De Zaak Alzheimer (The Alzheimer Affair) Page #3

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Anja, that's hotel prostitution.

Two completely different worlds.

And the angle on Seynaeve

is not prostitution.

He's playing at a much higher level.

Yet, he was killed the same way

as Bieke Cuypers.

Not with the same gun.

Seynaeve's bullets are of a different caliber.

Chief. Chief...

Bernard Casoni.

- Is it legal?

- No, it's Japanese.

Vincke.

Have you read the newspapers, Chief?

The girl in the trunk

has nothing to do with it.

She was an angel.

You know what happened...

- and you want to help us?

- Help you?

I'm doing your job here.

Eliminating crooks.

Because you are too slow...

and I don't have much time left.

And who are the crooks?

I can't tell you yet.

Then why call us?

If I can't finish the job...

you'll have to take over.

You really want to nab the bastards...

- that are behind this?

- Yes.

Keep up the good work and you'll find them.

Unless we find you first.

Mister...

Ledda?

Bravo. You already have my name.

Now, yes.

It doesn't matter. I have nothing to lose.

Just my head.

Okay, we've got him. 075-562-836.

Coemans, check with Belgacom.

Useless, it's Seynaeve's cell phone.

Why do they have cell phones and we don't?

Ledda is our man.

And we're back at square one.

Vincke...

remember how Mrs. Seynaeve mentioned...

his friends, and how

she reacted to the money.

Can I try something?

All she needs is a little push, to undress...

You'd like that, wouldn't you? Her, naked.

Just let me try.

I can't accept that.

Vincke, you said it yourself:

"Sometimes you have to bend the rules."

Mrs. Seynaeve?

- You are a real cop.

- It was open.

Ideal for letting people in.

I appreciate your hospitality.

Go ahead.

Do you know Angelo Ledda?

No.

Bernard Casoni?

- Tall? Blond?

- Dark.

Not exactly a unique specimen.

No, sorry, the name doesn't ring a bell.

He called us

with your husband's cell phone.

- What do you think?

- I'll have it disconnected.

You do know how to cover up things.

Pardon?

I know exactly what brings you here.

- Madame, I...

- What would you say...

if I pinned you against the wall?

I think you know more

than you're letting on.

Oh, a thinker?

I saw you more as an action man.

Listen, why don't we help each other?

Angelo Ledda?

No, I don't know him.

But the other name, Casoni...

I heard him say it on the phone once.

With de Haeck.

The cement baron? The former minister?

You asked for a name, not a pedigree.

Drink now, while it's still cold.

Never on the job.

You filthy Belgian cop!

Vincke...

we have a name.

Compliments of Mrs. Seynaeve.

- De Haeck.

- The minister?

His son, Jean de Haeck.

Last month, he quit his job...

as Town Planning Manager.

And who succeeded him? Bob Van Camp.

- Things are heating up.

- My thoughts exactly.

Where does he live?

No, keep going. They'll call back.

Blackmail, that's our lead.

For years,

Van Camp has been losing big jobs...

to bigwigs like Jean de Haeck.

Then, he discovers his perversion.

Children. Bieke Cuypers.

He's not answering. I'll try again.

Van Camp blackmails him and steals his job.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Sh*t! Why is there a tunnel here anyway?

Verstuyft.

Play and record it.

Ledda.

Remember our agreement, Chief?

- Agreement?

- Eliminating crooks.

- Bieke Cuypers, 12 years old, was she one?

- No.

It's scandalous, but not my doing.

You don't touch children.

Why should I believe you?

Because I'm helping you.

I give you these bastards on a silver platter.

Stop this, let's collaborate.

We can guarantee...

Too late.

Five minutes.

- You are too slow, Chief.

- Who?

A certain De Haeck. Jean de Haeck.

Nobody will miss him.

And I... I didn't miss him either.

Talk to you soon, Detective Chief Inspector.

Next...

Ledda's at Jean de Haeck's. He's killed him.

Call for action assistance, Code 2.

Downstairs, Freddy.

Come on.

Vincke?

I sympathize, Detective Chief Inspector.

All this horror, those bodies.

And you take that home with you every day.

My house is empty. That helps.

Vincke?

Sh*t!

Is he a good shot, Mr. Vincke?

Ledda, drop your gun!

Because if he is, all you have to do...

is take one step aside, as you well know.

Come on, Vincke, move over.

Move and I'll blow his brains out.

Vincke?

Or are you afraid, Mr. Vincke...

that the truth will die with me?

The suspect is driving a gray Mercedes...

registration:
IAM 469.

He is extremely dangerous.

I repeat:
Extremely dangerous.

Pass on all information, pronto.

Why didn't you move over?

He's our only witness, sorry.

Hey, smart ass, growing roots?

They don't come any greener than that.

I'm sorry...

I've not been drinking. I just fell asleep.

Your headlights, too?

Your headlights also fell asleep?

Great.

How about finding us your papers?

Registration, ID, driver's license...

What's that?

F***!

Lemmens, what are you doing here?

It's okay, Officer. It's the Judiciary.

The Normandy landings or what?

- Is the Baron in danger?

- No details on our op.

Reason for your visit?

No details on our visits. Is the Baron in?

Yes.

Lord, grant our enemies peace and love...

forgive them their sins...

and keep us out of their traps. Amen.

Baron?

Detective Chief Inspector Vincke, Judiciary.

Mr. de Haeck,

I'm afraid the news is not good.

I know, gentlemen.

I have many acquaintances.

Joseph Vlerick, psychiatrist,

and here as a friend.

I know this is not a good time...

but it seems that the killer knew your son.

Had he been receiving any threats?

No, my son was an honest state official.

Why does the Gendarmerie protect you?

That's between myself and the Gendarmerie.

If you're in danger, you should...

There's nothing we can do for each other.

If you'd care to pray,

you are most welcome...

otherwise, I must ask you

to leave the chapel.

I've just lost my son.

For you.

Verstuyft. Yes, Coemans?

What?

Vincke, access is forbidden.

Sorry, but we think we know

who the killer is.

We've been on his track for some time.

He's responsible for the murder

of Jean de Haeck...

committed a few hours ago.

- Do you have proof?

- We're as good as certain.

You want us to leave you the investigation?

Out of the question. These are my men.

I'd still like to know what happened

at Baron de Haeck's house.

I can't say.

Let's be clear. I want to consult your files...

and I suggest you consult ours.

I'll also be clear. I don't have any time...

for pretentious intellectuals like you.

So go look for your killer,

and we'll look for ours.

And if it's the same, we'll be in touch.

So you can join us for the group photo.

De Keyzer...

you're a coward.

If you'd let me, he'd still be alive.

Excuse me.

I thought you said, "Come in."

Prosecutor General, I'm honored.

No, I'm honored.

Yesterday, you had words with the officer.

- Yes, that's right.

- You called him a coward.

Yes, something along those lines.

I'd like you to apologize.

I apologize...

coward.

- Vincke!

- I don't like your arrogance one bit.

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