Dossier K. Page #4

I want bad luck

for the rest of my life.

Thanks to our coordinated operation,

our cell has dismantled the Gaba clan.

The perpetrators and the brains behind

it have all been arrested, bar one.

However, to our great regret,

one of our most promising inspectors

lost her life

during an act of great courage.

We're almost certain the perpetrator's

a foreign member of the Gaba clan.

Details of this will be issued later.

Now I'd like to ask

for a minute's silence

in memory of

Inspector Linda De Leenheer.

The autopsy report?

- Yes.

Post-mortem,

using a sharp knife,

an incision was made in

the victim's lingual frenulum.

They only do that to traitors.

So our man was a police informer.

- That's why he wasn't in the files.

De Keyzer and the Public Prosecutor

must've known him!

So they must know who avenged him.

We're investigating this ourselves!

Teamwork stops here. We're not

passing on any more information.

You're not being fair. It's a photofit.

It could be anyone. Inspector.

My inspector is dead, you bastard!

- Let me see it again.

I don't know him. Honestly, I don't.

Can I see the photo from a few days ago?

That one's been bothering me.

- Freddy.

Normally, he's always smiling.

That's Bessian Tahir.

He looks like that.

- Should we know him?

A businessman, Shehu's partner.

He came here from Germany

to set up some businesses.

Shehu's business partner?

- I told you that last time.

Good health and a long life.

Good health and a long life.

Congratulations and a long life.

The police! The police!

That badge isn't necessary.

Everyone is welcome here.

Raki. To your health.

No bad blood!

He's a guest...

on a sacred day.

Commissioner,

this is my son's christening.

I've got guests from

all over Europe. Behave.

Who is this?

- That's the same photo as last time.

Who's this in the photo?

- I don't know.

You know I'm a friend of the police.

You don't know him

but you do business with him.

Maybe one of your guests

from all over Europe knows him.

You're making a big mistake.

- No, I'm not.

The big mistake is that someone

laid a finger on a member of my clan.

Papers, please.

Come here. Who is this man?

Do you know him? No? This one?

Don't know him either?

Who's this? Nothing? No?

Right, fine. Go on.

You, come here. D'you know him?

Thank you. Come here.

Come on.

- Give here.

Give here, I said.

- Come here, come on.

Do you know this man?

Bloody hell, Vincke, he's here!

The guy from the photofit. He's here!

F***, man!

What d'you say to this?

He's a hairdresser.

I don't know who hired him.

He's an Italian.

- Called Alberto, I suppose?

Bullshit, man! The godfather cuts the

hair, your son's godfather! Where is he?

OK, search the place!

Dammit! I don't believe it!

Go and get Vincke.

The sewers!

- Shhh!

I think there's a woman with him.

Bloody hell!

They can climb out anywhere.

Sorry.

Here. Found in your kitchen.

In the kitchen?

I didn't order those.

And what's that hole in your cellar?

- Belgian builders.

Very sloppy workmanship.

I should've used Poles.

Don't forget to give me a receipt, eh?

- This is doing my head in!

I want the place under

24-hour surveillance.

Everyone who comes anywhere near the

place is to be checked. Zero tolerance!

I've had enough.

I don't want a war in my city.

The city belongs to everyone.

- If that's all you can say, shut it!

What have you got to say? Eh? What?

Anything worthwhile?

I took you off this case.

- That's not how I understood it.

You said you couldn't ask

anything more of us.

Oh, then I should have

made myself clearer.

You are too personally involved.

As you've just shown.

Let's hope

Mr Shehu doesn't file a complaint.

Then the world

really will have gone mad!

Eric, I really sympathise with your loss

but this is work for our cell.

Remove your men from Shehu's place.

I assure you, once again, we'll do

everything we can to catch the guy.

Huh, everything?

Your everything's not worth a thing.

What are you saying, Vincke?

Is there something we should know?

No. Is there something I should now?

And he's never known anything,

so we'll leave it like that then.

Why can't we find the bastard?

- We've hit the jackpot, twice!

The fingerprints on the knife match

those on the christening scissors.

Our hairdresser's called Nazim Tahir,

son of our first body.

The Gaba clan liquidates Bessian Tahir

and the son comes to avenge his father.

And whoever gets in his way...

F***ing hell!

Eric, it's not certain that

he's the one who killed Linda.

Pjetr Gaba's prints are on it too.

- But his too, his too!

Where's his police record?

- He's never been convicted of anything.

No police record?

- How'd you get the fingerprints?

Not from here.

I checked the courts' database.

They're from an old case

that was dropped.

There's no court file,

just a police file. File K 176618.

Old numbering. Try finding that.

Commissioner.

Freddy.

Yes?

This isn't right.

- What?

The numbers. Dammit!

- Well?

The file's missing.

- What?

Bastards.

A file doesn't just disappear.

There were expenses relating to the

file. They can be found in the accounts.

Here, two lab invoices.

- OK, and that's file K 176618?

Yes. I've printed it out.

- Right.

That sugar? That's not starting again?

- I'm afraid it is.

This already almost cost me my job once.

- It's not looking good now either.

We receive a sample,

I have it analysed.

It's benzoylmethyl ecgonine.

- Cocaine.

Yeah. Less than a week later we're

told our analysis is different from

the second opinion obtained by

the lawyer. So we receive a new sample.

I do the analysis myself and

guess what, it's icing sugar.

Good job your lot didn't make a fuss.

The suspect's lawyer didn't either.

- Who was the lawyer?

Um... Waldick?

- Waldack.

Have you still got the file?

- I keep everything.

They may laugh at me and all my pieces

of paper, but they can come in handy.

And I'd like to know

who brought the sample in.

I can tell you that. It was received by

trainee Lieven Vermeulen.

Handed in by Vincke.

I don't ask a rat for forgiveness.

Beg his forgiveness!

I did what I had to do.

I exterminated the vermin.

What's the matter?

You can tell me anything.

You know that.

What's the matter, Nazim?

This is something I have to do myself.

Forgive me, Dad.

But I have to know.

Commissioner.

The ambulance isn't needed.

Mr Binak didn't survive his head-on

collision with this monkey wrench.

Any witnesses?

- He didn't depend on passing trade...

Forensics are here.

No fingerprints on the wrench.

Just hundreds of fingerprints on the

counter. Cleaning wasn't his thing...

Dammit! F*** it!

- One more thing. Might not be important

but I found a business card from

a lawyer called Waldack in his passport.

Waldack, the clan's lawyer, yes.

- At the christening... It was one, eh?

We had some cars towed away.

- Get to the point.

The name sounded familiar

and I checked my notes.

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