Dossier K. Page #3

Your... fault...

We've got to talk about

the murder on the quayside.

The victim may not have sneezed on

anyone on your wall

but he got his blood on their bullets.

We've identified two killers.

This one's now in the freezer.

And we saw this one at Gaba's.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's the guy

with the scar. That's Pjetr Gaba.

Here, Gaba's youngest son.

I told you they were all on my wall.

They should be in prison, not on a wall!

- Well done, gentlemen.

See, you don't have to be each other's

fan to work together productively.

Right, I've got an arrest warrant.

I need back-up.

You can't!

- What d'you mean?

It's time to put all your cards

on the table, De Keyzer.

Hello, gentlemen. We've got visitors.

- Wow, very smart!

There are six cameras, including

a thermal imaging one, by the nightclub.

We've hacked into

their internal security system.

So we see what they see.

And more besides.

Here, look, that's the man

you're looking for, Pjetr Gaba.

Scarface to his friends.

- OK, great.

Let's arrest him.

- Leave him alone!

Everything here is part of

a large-scale undercover operation.

Gaba has got a large cargo and

he's desperate to get rid of it.

A large cargo of drugs?

- Drugs... Weapons, Vincke!

Arms.

- Fancy thinking it was drugs, Vincke!

That won't get your photo in the paper,

eh Mr De Keyzer?

OK, weapons. So what?

We're going to buy them. We've been

working on the deal for months.

Tomorrow morning at 9.

We're going to bust them then.

Gaba and all the Albanian scum

are going to jail for years.

As for Scarface, you needn't worry,

we'Il wrap him up nicely for you and

you can question him until you retire.

We're coming with you.

It's our case too.

We'll arrest Pjetr Gaba.

- No, no.

It's complex enough for professionals,

we're not babysitting you lot.

We'll arrest him now,

then we won't get in your way tomorrow.

If you do that...

- No, no, no, Freddy.

We won't do that because we are

open to teamwork, aren't we, sir?

I tend to agree with Vincke.

- Thank you.

OK, but wear your bulletproof vest.

And you your nappy!

You're a real artist.

- Thank you.

This is our man. Scan it in and

send it out as quickly as possible.

How's the sausage business, Haki?

Nazim! They're looking for you.

Pjetr Gaba is a spineless coward.

He doesn't dare set foot outside.

Help me get in.

- Are you crazy?

It's like a fort in there.

That's my problem.

Nazim, they'll kill me if I help you.

And if you don't help me,

I'll kill you.

You've got a choice.

Not everyone can say that.

No.

Wait, Nazim...

He's planning to leave the country

and I know how.

We're on the avenue. ETA 20 minutes.

- Message received.

Beta to rendezvous. Charlie's following

cargo outside the perimeter. Out.

We're off. Seen something?

- Just the man who delivers the meat.

Foxtrot in position.

No need to turn phones off. Everything's

blocked within the perimeter.

Everyone stand by.

T minus 10.

I repeat, T minus 10.

And tell Vincke and his clown

to keep quiet.

Clown to Mussel. Message received. Out.

Here you are.

- Thank you.

This is Eric Vincke's answering machine,

leave a message after the beep.

The autopsy report on

the quayside murder has arrived.

Can you call me back,

there's something strange about it?

And I...

A patrol's seen him near the abattoir.

- I'll call you back.

Cargo is entering the perimeter.

- OK, close the perimeter.

Hello.

Is that the man you saw?

- He crossed the road with a sports bag.

When did you lose him?

- Almost right away.

By the time I'd turned the car round,

he'd gone.

There are only hangars here, eh?

- Yes.

OK, thank you.

David, central courtyard.

Delta, do we have a visual?

We have visual.

Zulu are getting out.

Targets outside.

Three men by the door.

Gaba is coming down the steps

together with two others.

In total, six targets.

And there is contact.

Transaction affirmative.

Money is changing hands.

Everyone stand by.

Almost time.

Wait for a go.

Wait.

Crates are being carried outside.

Visual weapons. Repeat, visual weapons.

- Go. Go!

Dammit! Turn the child locks off!

- Sorry, orders.

De Keyzer, the bastard!

Yes! Yes!

Yes!

Right, let's go down.

Open it.

Gaba, where's your son?

- What d'you mean? My son in Albania?

Pjetr Gaba. The one with the exclamation

mark on his mug. Where is he?

Listen, Gaba,

your son is known to be dangerous.

So he's out there walking around

like a target on legs.

Haven't you lost enough people?

If Pjetr escaped because of your

bungling, you'll wish we'd never met!

That bungling, as you describe it,

was a perfectly executed operation.

It led to a historic victory over

the Albanian mafia in this city.

Your killer no longer has

an organisation to fall back on,

so it's only a matter of time

before we catch him too.

And you know, Vincke,

you can always rely on

the active support of

the Organised Crime cell.

Teamwork.

I don't get how the guy got away.

Only the cleaner and meat deliveryman

went in and out.

He arrived alone and left alone.

What about in the back of the van?

- The thermal camera would've seen him.

Hold on. Those cameras detect body heat.

Bloody hell! A refrigerated van

is insulated, no heat passes through it.

Topca Meat.

- What's their address?

Sh*t!

Eric Vincke's answering machine...

- F***!

The suspect is dangerous.

I repeat, all units

to the abattoir as quickly as possible.

How did they get there so quickly?

Watch the place and

wait for back-up, they said.

Block their way!

Hurry up!

Jesus Christ.

Drive.

Drive, damn you! Fast!

I said drive!

Cassiers?

Don't let him get away.

Throw your gun out!

Your gun.

Get out.

Hands on your head!

Stupid b*tch!

You f***in' bastard!

Frightening me like that!

Down! Keep down!

This is for my father.

Beg his forgiveness and die with honour.

I'm not begging a rat for forgiveness.

Beg his forgiveness!

Your father was a rat.

D'you want to die

with a lie on your lips?

I did what I had to do.

I exterminated the vermin.

Linda!

Call an ambulance!

Do mouth-to-mouth!

Come on, Freddy.

Freddy!

Come on, Freddy.

Mission accomplished, Captain.

Your father would be proud.

Yes, but there's a problem...

He called my father a rat.

The Gaba clan spreads lies about me too.

They've now been paid for with blood.

You should leave the country.

After I've kept my promise.

The police'll look for you.

After I've kept my promise!

After you've kept your promise.

Vincke.

My sincere condolences.

I promise you we'll do all we can

to find her killer.

Take whatever time you need

to write your report.

In these painful circumstances,

we cannot decently

ask anything more

of you and your team.

Someone has to tell her parents.

Right, we'll...

- No, no.

The autopsy report on

the quayside murder has arrived.

Can you call me back,

there's something strange about it?

And I...

Eric, you don't bring bad luck.

If what I feel is bad luck,

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