De Zaak Alzheimer (The Alzheimer Affair) Page #4

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You meddle in their operations...

and demand files

based on simple suppositions.

It's only natural that they want explanations.

The officer didn't ask for explanations.

On the contrary, he kicked us out.

Here is the simple supposition.

The bullet that killed the gendarme...

comes from our suspect's gun.

Which makes it our business after all.

That's new. I have a feeling that...

This had better not leave this room.

The press will jump on it...

obstructing an investigation and concealing

evidence by the Gendarmerie.

Prosecutor?

I want the file on my desk

by 9:
00 a.m. tomorrow.

And a copy on his.

Bieke Cuypers, 12, was she also a crook?

That was scandalous, but not my doing.

You don't touch children.

"You don't touch children."

My theory is...

Ledda found out they were child abusers...

so he turned against his employer,

Jean de Haeck.

And the Baron

with his Gendarmerie guards?

Nice talking to you, Chief. Next...

He's next. I'm sure of it.

He's part of the plot.

But how do we prove it?

- Ledda said...

- Ledda said, Ledda said!

I know your recording by heart!

You know what? Set up house with him.

And let him run...

until all of Antwerp ends up in the morgue!

You think I feel any sympathy for him?

This is where my sympathy lies,

and nowhere else!

Without Ledda, we have nothing.

I intend to nab all the bigwigs,

not just the small fry!

Go tell that to the gendarme's kids.

I have the file from the Juvenile Court...

on this Angelo Ledda, dead for 40 years.

I'm afraid he's still very much alive.

Here.

Five court appearances.

Once for robbery, four times for violence.

Died with his father in a fire

when he was 17 years old.

Interesting detail: Angelo may well

have started the fire himself.

His first murder.

And another detail:

Angelo still has a brother, here.

Paolo Ledda. I have his address.

A bar in the Kerkstraat.

But right now, he's at St. Ursula.

Linda, Coemans, search that bar.

- We're going to his brother's.

- Bring him some flowers.

I don't know.

It's only a drawing, but it's possible.

The chaplain will be able to tell you more.

- He was his teacher ages ago.

- So, Paolo? You have a visitor?

Detective Chief Inspector Vincke.

I'm investigating Paolo's brother, Angelo.

Angelo? What for?

How horribly stuffy! My God!

It hasn't been lived in for months. But look.

His father's house.

Get another search warrant.

Angelo should've jumped

three years in school.

- Gifted?

- Phenomenal memory.

Not a bad kid deep down.

He was very helpful.

But sometimes, over a silly detail...

somebody calling him fleabag...

or treading on his foot...

he'd go wild.

I pitied the Ledda boys, in fact.

Mother died young and the father...

They'd fall down the stairs.

And their medical visits revealed things.

Sexual abuse?

I don't know.

Linda, forget that warrant.

Vincke, Ledda. Telephone.

Vincke.

Everything okay, Chief?

With me, yes.

Sorry about the motorcycle cop,

it was him or me.

- You're next.

- The gunman.

I paid somebody a visit.

A certain Paolo.

Ledda?

Japanese junk. It's our number!

Everything okay, Chief?

I saw Paolo.

And I found your pills.

- We know that you're ill.

- Let's not talk about me.

Tell me about the crooks.

We think Van Camp blackmailed

his predecessor, Jean de Haeck.

Is it to do with children?

Who else is implicated? The Baron?

If I give you some dynamite...

will you smother it or make it explode?

- Make it explode.

- Can I believe you?

Verstuyft. The detector, is it connected?

Can I believe you?

- Yes.

- Not on an outside line?

It's an inside line. The bastard is here!

TOO SLOW:

Vincke!

Ledda. Telephone.

- Drink?

- I'm here for work.

Sit down, Freddy.

I thought you liked

being on your own in a bar.

- I'm alone.

- I'm here anyway.

It's sometimes worse

than being alone, but...

What's new?

We found the car Ledda used.

In the Helmstraat.

Near Kerkstraat, his brother's house.

We went. Clean.

The report?

"Dust on the pedals,

traces of animal feces..."

Feces?

Sh*t. Dog poo, cow dung.

Sh*t.

Vincke, I know where he is.

Pigeon sh*t.

Coemans!

Sorry, guys.

I saw something move.

Sorry.

- Are you expecting someone?

- No.

Who's there?

Who's there?

Verheyen, Lemmens, everything okay?

There's nobody.

I repeat:
nobody.

- Positions?

- Verheyen is at the north door.

I'm staying near the entrance.

Be careful.

- Verheyen, can you see anything?

- Negative.

- We need reinforcement.

- Calm down, it'll be fine.

Request reinforcement, I said!

The suspect's gone in!

I repeat:
he's gone in. He's in the basement!

Take me to the Baron and you'll live.

Lemmens, are you okay?

Lemmens? Lemmens!

My God! Stay here.

Lemmens?

Come. Come on!

Verheyen at the north door. I'll try a lock-in.

Verheyen, what's going on?

Answer me!

Lock-in completed. We're waiting.

Suspect is in staircase S.

He can't go anywhere.

Put that down. Imbecile!

Lemmens, what's happening?

The suspect is gone. Position unknown.

We're on standby.

Officer!

This is ridiculous.

I hired you. I paid you.

I've come to reimburse you.

The attack against you

was your boss's idea.

I was against it.

Sh*t! Officer!

Officer!

We have to go around.

How much do you want?

My son was blackmailed. I did it for him.

Surely you would have done the same

for your son?

I don't have a son.

And your father?

Surely he'd have done the same.

Shut up!

We're not animals, are we?

No, please!

Grant me forgiveness.

I hired you. I paid you!

I did it for my son!

Drop your gun! Drop your gun!

Kill him. Kill him.

- Kill him!

- Shut up, Baron!

Cowards!

This one's from Ledda.

Be careful, Vincke.

My pills. I need my pills.

Who is your employer?

I need my pills.

- My pills.

- Nothing at all.

My pills.

We arrested him over 12 hours ago.

Shouldn't we inform the Judiciary?

If the Judiciary thrills you so much,

go and work for them.

The bastard killed one of our men.

The Judiciary can have him

when we're done.

"When you read this

I'll be on a beach or in a coffin.

"Make it explode."

If he was in a coffin, we'd know.

So, the bastard's on a beach.

We're not in a hurry.

He'll get hungry or thirsty.

His shoulder will hurt.

Come on, talk, my boy.

Only in front of DCI Vincke.

- Yes, Vincke.

- Coemans here.

I'm at the castle. The gendarmes have left.

- You're joking.

- Yes, they've gone.

For Christ's sake, tell me it's a joke!

Don't make me say it, Chief.

Marc, just answer yes or no.

Yes, he's at our house.

He's been there for 15 hours, Prosecutor.

And we have to find out

in a roundabout way...

while you assigned us the investigation.

Major, why wasn't I told?

He was arrested as part

of a protection mission.

We had no idea that...

The Gendarmerie couldn't have known

that Ledda was involved.

He had no papers on him

and refused to speak.

I can't help it, that's what they say.

Bullshit. The main thing is to get him here.

Too slow, Ledda?

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