De Zaak Alzheimer (The Alzheimer Affair) Page #5

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He doesn't understand, Chief.

- He just doesn't understand.

- Yes, Ledda.

- But he doesn't like you.

- And you?

It's always the same with guys like you.

Deep down, you're honest...

but as soon as you have a problem...

you bring everyone down with you.

Guilty or innocent, there's no difference.

So, if you're looking for a friend...

don't even bother.

Let's not talk about me, it's a waste of time.

- What's the deal?

- We patch you up...

we protect you...

and you fill the holes in our investigation.

The Baron, Detective Chief Inspector.

The Baron must pay.

Absolutely, if he is our man.

Deal.

I'm listening.

He has to be able to follow?

Then I'll start at the beginning.

- Mrs. Van Camp.

- Chief Vincke.

Bad news?

Mom, who is it?

It's nothing, Ine. It's for Mom.

You have the killer?

- A man from Marseilles.

- The real killer.

There is a problem, Ledda.

There is a problem, Ledda.

I have the story, I have all the bodies...

but no proof against the Baron.

- You have my testimony.

- Your testimony?

You want to know

what a testimony is worth?

A woman and a child...

get run over in the street.

In broad daylight.

The woman dies instantly.

The child doesn't.

So, what does the driver do?

He wants no traces. The street's deserted.

He backs up...

and drives over the child again.

This time, the child is dead, all right.

The driver leaves the scene...

but he's out of luck.

A boy of about 12...

sees it all and memorizes

the registration number.

But he forgets one letter. One letter.

And you know what, Ledda?

That letter made the difference in court.

The driver was arrested and acquitted.

There was no proof.

And the testimony... Worth zilch.

Touching story, Mr. Vincke.

Even if we're not friends,

we have something in common.

Grief.

You were talking about yourself,

weren't you?

Enough! Anything else?

We have something else in common.

Anger.

I do have something else.

I have an audio tape on which...

- The first man.

- Van Camp.

Thank you.

I have an audio tape...

on which the Baron

threatens Van Camp's life.

I'd hate it if it got lost.

It's well hidden.

So, if you respect the deal...

If I'm not mistaken, Ledda's testimony...

is our only element.

Not much to go on, to nick the Baron.

We also have proof.

Why haven't I seen it yet?

- You'll have to take my word for it.

- Yours?

Or Ledda's?

I know enough.

Congratulations on the case, Vincke.

The charges can no longer be ignored.

I'm telling you, that's all, Gustave.

We can delay the arrest warrant

one more week.

But that's all.

What should I do? Escape to Brazil?

Baron de Haeck in the bush.

That would suit you, huh?

No, Marcel, it's my country.

People like me made Belgium.

And I'm a minister,

I'm not running anywhere.

One week. That's all I can do.

"That's all I can do." Useless bastard!

And your financial scheming, Marcel?

What if I send copies of invoices

to the press?

Your very presence here is reprehensible...

Prosecutor.

It's Ledda's testimony, Gustave.

I can't do a thing, if he's got proof.

Sorry, I can't help you.

There must be a way.

Not as long as Ledda's alive.

His condition's stabilized, but...

the problem is that we've waited too long.

We might have to amputate his arm.

- And his Alzheimer's?

- Hard to predict.

He'll be lucid one moment, out the next.

But if he must testify...

I do hope the court won't linger.

He's regressing that fast, is he?

He is seriously ill.

How are you?

Fine.

We have a problem, Ledda.

Tell me something I don't know.

You might not last until the hearing.

That should make the Baron's day.

If you tell me where the tape is...

I'll make sure it doesn't get lost.

We do have a problem, Chief.

The tape's lost already.

I don't remember where I put it.

I don't even know if I made a note where.

If you only knew how empty my head is.

Sorry. Maybe it'll come back.

Vincke.

Can you do me a favor?

When you come back,

bring me some Stimorol gum.

And a pita.

My last wish.

- A pizza.

- No...

a pita.

With a "T" as in "Too slow."

I've drawn up a will, Joseph.

Don't try to distract me.

You and your wife are the only beneficiaries.

Your nomination as court psychiatrist

in Ledda's case...

signed by the Prosecutor General.

You want me to claim he's crazy?

He wants to testify against me.

If they buy his version, I'm lost.

What's the point?

A second assessment

will bring out the truth anyway.

They know we're friends.

A shrink does more

than talk to his patients, no?

This leaves no trace, I've been told.

I don't want to be in your will.

This is not only about your will...

but also about your wife.

She's so sensitive. Would she understand?

The parties, the young girls...

Do you really think Jean never told me?

Hello. Joseph Vlerick, court psychiatrist.

We know, Doctor.

- I'll be fine.

- Are you sure?

Yes.

Shouldn't you disinfect first?

Yes, of course. I wasn't thinking.

- So?

- He's free and he's got a hostage.

- Victims?

- No, he let the guards go...

but he has their weapons.

- Where is De Keyzer?

- There.

There he is.

Oh, Vincke.

Ledda must have a motive. What happened?

Don't know.

All we know is that he has a hostage.

And he wants an armored car...

and two passengers: you and Verstuyft.

- Who's the hostage?

- A doctor.

The court psychiatrist.

A BMW! Wouldn't you know it.

Coemans.

Take care of her if I don't come back.

He won't make it to the car.

Come on, go. Faster!

Alfa, Bravo, go ahead.

Sh*t!

Vincke, feedback.

Feedback? You killed the hostage. Jesus!

Turn it off. Turn it off!

All units, block passages. Block!

You didn't keep your word.

You're no better than that other crook.

Go and join him, now that he's still warm.

I didn't know, I swear.

You know what the difference is

between us?

You believe people.

That's very dangerous.

We can still find a solution.

We're on the road together.

On the road to the light.

Aren't we, gunman?

- You do understand French, don't you?

- Yes, I do.

"The light..."

Nirvana, the great void.

Bravo.

You're quiet all of a sudden.

Are you afraid of your friends?

You're less confident now, aren't you?

We must continue to believe.

Children depend on us.

"Seek and you shall find."

Ledda! Ledda!

Did you give the order to shoot?

We evaluated the situation and decided.

That's it? Case closed?

I'm happy that you are still alive.

The rest doesn't interest me.

Are you sure?

Sure of what?

You're happy we're still alive.

And the Baron's friend, the psychiatrist.

Did you appoint him?

You tire me, Vincke.

If I were you, I'd be more careful.

We're on the road together.

On the road to the light.

"Seek and you shall find."

"The light." Neon. Crafty son of a b*tch!

Freddy, he knew all along

where the tape was!

The light. It was a hint. The neon, of course!

Pita, with the "T" of "Too slow." He knew.

He knew. Flashlight.

- It's a pack of lies, sir.

- Lies?

It's the truth, Baron, and I can prove it!

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