Dossier K. Page #2

What has that got to do

with our operation?

He's going to mess up all our work.

- He won't get that far.

By then everything will be over.

Just keep an eye on things.

That's all we can do at the moment.

Nazim. Finally.

I've missed you, you bastard!

They're looking for me.

- So?

It's too dangerous now. I'll call you.

- Yeah, right!

I promise.

Linda! Come in.

Commissioner.

Maybe I should've called first, but...

No, no. Of course not. Sorry. Come in.

Would you like a coffee? Take a seat.

The lunch booking, who didn't turn up.

- Made in the name of Vincke, yes.

Your name's in here three more times.

- I have eaten there. But three times?

Each time that the victim had

booked a table too.

My name was on a list at Gabba's too.

A blacklist.

Those guys had to stop themselves

skinning me alive there and then.

D'you think the lunch bookings or Gaba's

threats are related to the murder?

I don't know how.

Maybe there are two Vinckes.

Then I'll definitely go crazy...

If the Public Prosecutor gets hold of

that book, he'll take us off the case.

Yes, I thought that too, so I'll put it

in the bottom of my drawer.

Who knows, maybe I'll forget about it.

- No, you mustn't do that.

I can't ask a colleague to do that.

- I wouldn't do it for... a colleague.

The fact you've already kept quiet

about it could cost you your career.

There are more things to life

than a career.

Sorry, Linda.

Sorry, I'm not the man for you.

Really, I'm not.

I'm not ready.

I bring bad luck.

I'm just going to the kitchen.

Um... a coffee?

Are you sure?

A towel, sir. And soap.

Are you on your own?

Or is someone joining you?

If sir is looking for

some hot company, just say the word.

Don't, then. No hard feelings.

We know where he is. Hotel Miami.

There? You're joking!

- Get up.

Pjetr.

- What?

This guy is no ordinary guy.

Be careful.

I always am, Dad.

How can I help you, gentlemen?

Which room?

Upstairs.

Towel? Soap?

The son of a b*tch!

Start the bloody car!

Start the car!

Pjetr, over here. Hurry!

Albanian.

Does this dump belong to the Albanians?

- Don't know.

But the place does pay protection money.

- Does it? Who to?

Around here? Gaba.

What a shame! Now you won't be able to

get a room here any more.

Unless I wantto be found here,

of course.

One thing is certain, your Kanun works

quickly. Faster than our courts, anyway.

Now it's a question of

who is going to take revenge on who.

Maybe it's not necessary.

Maybe the perpetrator's among them.

No.

No. None of them is

the client from room three.

Bring him in tomorrow for a photofit.

Are Forensics on their way?

Vincke.

Vincke. It seems your investigation

points to the Albanian underworld?

It seems like it, yes, sir.

You know you can always call on

our Organised Crime cell.

If we need Commissioner De Keyzer,

we'll certainly contact him.

I get the impression

you need him already.

You will already have realised that

the Albanians are difficult territory.

Clans, customary common law.

That's work for specialists, I think.

I'm familiar with the Kanun

and Albanian clans in Antwerp.

And the language? Or does one of

your people speak fluent Albanian?

Yes. A bit anyway, eh?

Right, well, we won't discuss it

on the street. Tomorrow at 9, OK?

We've still got a lot to do here.

- In my office at 9.

De Keyzer is currently

the expert on the Albanian mafia.

Statistics don't lie.

His cell has achieved amazing results

in a very short time. D'you know why?

Because he's open to teamwork.

I know you've had your differences,

but I also know you're not

a man who holds grudges.

Believe me, you can do with

his expertise, Vincke.

No, no, no. That's fine. Yes. Bye.

Public Prosecutor.

- De Keyzer.

Vincke.

I've just explained to Vincke

that I expect teamwork.

Working as a team

is the only way to work.

We've identified all the victims

of last night's shooting.

All three men are from the Gaba clan.

You paid Gaba a visit last night,

Vincke.

We're about to bust the Gaba clan.

We've been watching them for some time.

An isolated operation now

could seriously endanger our plans.

Which is why teamwork's required.

What was the reason for your visit?

We think the shooting at the hotel

is linked to the murder on the quayside.

This is the victim.

- That would be convenient.

But I fear they are

two completely different cases.

We've been watching the Gabas

for some time and...

I don't know this man.

I'm sure you don't.

If he'd just sneezed on a clan member's

second cousin's cleaner, we'd know him.

And if he'd said more than two words

to her, his picture'd be on this wall.

Anyway, Alessandro del Piero...

That's an Italian name, eh?

- Yes, that's something new.

It's called a false passport.

Right, gentlemen. Playtime is over.

We will pass all information on to each

other and all contact with the clans

will occur via

Commissioner De Keyzer's team.

Can I count on you?

Have I got a team, Vincke?

Yes.

Absolutely.

Why didn't you take me with you

to Albania?

It's too tough in the mountains for you.

- I can be tough.

It's no life for you.

- How do you know?

This belongs to my parents.

I'm not like that.

Linda, about last night at my place...

- It was stupid.

Not about the book, I meant that.

I shouldn't have come to your place.

- When I said I... bring bad luck...

I didn't want to scare you off.

Bad luck was meant as

something positive, then?

Well, maybe I did want to

scare you off but...

I hope I didn't succeed.

Look what they found on

the hotel's roof yesterday!

A beech twig.

- Linda, send it to De Keyzer.

To De Keyzer? Why?

We have to exchange all information with

his cell. Public Prosecutor's orders.

Bloody hell!

They're taking our case away from us!

Officially we are now one team.

- Officially one team?

They've got us officially by the balls,

you mean. You know what'll happen.

We'll do all the work, hand it over

and then they'll elbow us aside.

I thought you didn't want the case.

- I do if they want to take it away.

I think I've got something.

- I've thought that for ages.

If the itching won't stop,

see a doctor.

I've looked at the tapes again with the

photos from the hotel as a reference.

This is the camera on the Bourla

theatre. Take a good look at those two.

Unsuitable for identification purposes,

unfortunately. Hold on.

Here they are a few streets away.

This looks much better.

We have a winner!

- And that's not all.

Look! Your friend from the disco.

That's Gaba's bad-tempered little boy.

- Well done, Wim.

Try to check the rest of the tapes

by this evening.

Come on, teach me to shoot.

- Don't be silly!

Bloody hell, Naomi.

So it is true!

So?

- I don't want this to start all over again!

I'm an adult now. And I love him.

You don't know what that is.

Shall I show you

where his name is tattooed?

Naomi!

Well?

He's back.

- Bloody hell.

Bloody hell!

You and your...

It's your fault, you know.

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