De Zaak Alzheimer (The Alzheimer Affair)

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Believe me, she's ever so sweet.

You'll like her, I just know it.

I'm an excellent judge of human nature.

I can see you're nervous, for example.

Like you were the first time in that bar.

"Oops," I said to myself.

"A quiet one...

"an introvert."

Am I right...

or am I right?

You'll be fine, mate.

Just don't do anything silly.

And come up with the cash.

Party in hell, watch out for lightning!

Her name's Bieke. Go and sit next to her.

Go and sit next to her. Go on.

May I see your drawing?

- I'd rather you didn't.

- Bieke.

So?

First time, is it?

I knew it. Human nature.

Bieke!

Let's just talk a little.

Don't you want me to pleasure you?

Let's chat first.

About you and the people who come here.

Daddy says I mustn't.

What's this?

Daddy!

What's going on here, pal?

Sh*t, he's blown it!

Vincke's been caught! Hurry!

Hurry, get moving! Fast!

Slowly!

Put your weapon down, damn it!

Sons of b*tches!

- Scumbag.

- Calm down.

I die, she dies, get it?

- There!

- Calm down.

Let's not do anything stupid.

Not you, not us.

Let's leave. It'll be fine.

After all that's happened!

You think I've got sh*t for brains?

Look at Bieke. She loves you.

You're her father. She dotes on you.

- She needs you.

- What makes you so sure of that?

I'm gonna kill you, pal.

- Vincke.

- Freddy.

Freddy!

Daddy! Daddy!

Don't move!

On your knees.

On your knees! Now!

Daddy!

They're scumbags, Bieke.

Scumbags, all of them!

Daddy! Daddy!

He could've confessed, Freddy.

You know me, Vincke. No risks.

We should've nabbed him earlier.

We knew enough.

I hoped to get more.

I wasn't the first to go upstairs.

Look at it this way...

one less a**hole, and the girl's safe.

Vincke? Eric?

MARSEILLES, 5 days later

In Belgium?

Potential clients, Angelo...

which could prove

to be an important market.

Not for me.

Could I have some chips, please?

Right away.

But you've already ordered some.

What's the matter with you?

Gilles, you should send someone else.

I'm tired.

Spare me the retirement crap.

Angelo, people like us don't retire.

I hate Belgium.

Like everyone else.

But you know the place. That's important.

Don't you have a brother there?

- You could pay him a visit.

- If he's still alive.

Then go see his tomb.

THE MEMORY OF A KILLER

There you are, Mr. Ledda.

Room number 633.

Is this your first stay with us?

I speak Dutch.

- A bad habit.

- One of many.

Alone?

Not anymore.

- You must be Mister...

- Casoni.

Did you have a nice trip?

I have the files you requested.

Everything's in here.

Excuse me.

Yes, hello?

Yes, I'm with him right now.

No, he doesn't say much.

He looks like he's been living

under a tram for two years.

I'm sure they know what they're doing.

Yes.

My client wants to know when.

Preparation is all. It shouldn't take long.

Fast isn't fast enough.

We want to know when.

First, I'll go and live under a tram

for two years.

Are you coming to the opening with me?

No time. Construction license...

and a meeting in Brussels. Have fun.

You married me for that, didn't you?

- A long time ago.

- What are you insinuating?

Nothing, Bob, nothing. See you later.

If it finishes late...

I'll stay over in Brussels.

Okay. Do me a favor, will you?

Buy her a better perfume.

TOP NOMINATION - BOB VAN CAMP

Typical!

Of course, your keys. How many times...

Are you clever? I said, "Are you clever?"

If you are, you'd know who sent me.

I'm asking you again, are you clever?

And if you're very clever...

you'd know what I'm here for.

Do you know?

Where?

Downstairs?

Where?

Where?

You don't know me, do you?

If that crook thinks...

If I give it to you, will you let me go?

Please.

I swear I won't say anything.

Dad?

Dad, I'm going to Katrien's.

Hello, who is this?

Yes, it's me. Yes.

No, problem one solved.

No more worries there.

Yes, see you soon.

Yes, Freddy.

How did you know it was me?

Any normal guy

would hang up after 20 rings.

The big boss needs us. It's urgent.

- You have to go.

- I'm on vacation.

Give me 10 minutes, okay?

Ever heard of mineral water?

Mineral water? In the morning?

Never with an clair.

Jesus Christ! Damn BMWs!

You should watch out. Be careful.

They cut people off, use high beams...

are made in Germany, and who drives them?

Hairdressers and doormen.

- How about shattering a headlight?

- No.

Piss into the lock.

It sticks and stinks up the inside.

It rusts, especially the cheaper models...

but most importantly,

the insurance company stays out of it.

Whereas a broken headlight,

one call to the broker and it's dealt with.

You're punishing the wrong guys. Get it?

Yes, the insurance company,

the wrong ones.

Off we go.

Super urgent. Can't wait.

- Chief. Freddy.

- Linda.

Mrs. Van Camp's husband

didn't come home last night...

and wasn't seen at the office this morning.

- Looks like a missing persons case.

- SIB came by.

- But Madame knows our boss.

- Van Parys?

Yes, and he wants us to keep...

- a discreet eye out.

- Why?

Van Camp holds a high position:

General Town Planning Manager.

Eva, this is

the Detective Chief Inspector Vincke...

and Inspector Verstuyft.

- Pleased to meet you.

- Mrs. Van Camp.

Mrs. Van Camp is a good friend of my wife's.

Has Linda told you?

Yes. What she knows, that is.

His car was not used.

I'm afraid something has happened to him.

Did he have a reason to leave? A quarrel?

Is this the first time

he's stayed out all night?

Verstuyft, let Vincke do his job.

Go take a look at the car.

Coemans knows the way.

My husband has his habits.

But his work comes first.

He'd never miss work.

- Does he have problems?

- Problems?

All major files pass through his hands...

so I imagine he must have friends...

- but enemies, too.

- Let's not stray.

I'm doing my best.

You want to do this alone?

Or should we leave this to our colleagues?

Damn, Van Parys!

One of his politician friends falls asleep

at his mistress'...

and all of Antwerp gets mobilized.

He wants to jump her, that's clear.

I reckon she killed her husband.

Should we comb out the woods?

- Go, Freddy.

- Wait.

St. URSULA Day Hospital

Don't you have a brother there?

You could pay him a visit.

Paolo?

It's me, Angelo.

Sir, are you a relative of Mr. Ledda?

Distant.

Has he been here long?

Ages.

It came on very fast.

- In the beginning...

- I know how it starts.

"Nous avons invit des amis trs chers.

"On ne peut pas faire un omelette

sans casser des oeufs."

"Oeufs. Un oeuf, des oeufs."

Sh*t, you're right.

Why must you speak French

to make the grade for DCI?

To read the menus in posh restaurants.

Shut up, Coemans.

And stop ogling Linda.

I thought this file had gone

to the Youth section?

- I borrowed it from them.

- You're overzealous.

Does Van Parys know?

Sometimes you have to bend the rules.

What's new on Van Camp?

Linda and Coemans are on it.

Nothing for the moment, though.

I promised to get back to Mrs. Van Camp.

Freddy, didn't you have an SIB informer?

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