Dossier K. Page #5

We removed an expensive Mercedes

belonging to a Waldack.

Naomi Waldack.

His daughter.

It may not be anything but...

- There was a woman too, in the sewer.

Have you gone mad?

Think of the risk!

I've seen his body.

He was executed like a traitor.

Pjetr Gaba called him a rat.

Did he work for the police?

Words of a Gaba. Go now!

They were Pjetr's final words.

I'm afraid that your father...

was indeed in contact with the police.

Yes, I know.

But it started

when you were caught with that cocaine.

At that time the police

suggested a deal to your father.

Your freedom... Your father...

bought it.

With his most prized possession.

His honour.

I didn't believe it either

to start with.

I wanted to spare you the shame.

Then I've got bad blood on my hands.

You acted correctly.

No! I've killed people

who were in the right.

You avenged blood with blood.

As the Kanun teaches us.

Go now. And let me know

once you've arrived safely.

- No!

I will discover the truth.

And if I find out that you...

- You do that.

I've nothing to fear from the truth.

Nazim Tahir has threatened my blood.

He's leaving my house now. Find him.

Do what has to be done.

Honestly, have you seen the time?

Can we come in?

- No, not really.

It's about Nazim Tahir. You were

his lawyer in the deal with the sugar.

I'm bound by

professional confidentiality.

You've got a daughter, Naomi?

- Is she in trouble?

Where is your daughter?

- None of your business.

We have reason to believe she's

in contact with a killer on the run.

Nazim Tahir.

And if she is, then she's in danger.

Our villa in Schoten.

They're at our villa in Schoten.

Come in. What's so urgent, De Keyzer?

I'm busy.

Sorry, but Vincke has radioed in

for back-up

for an arrest at

Waldack's villa in Schoten.

That man is a pain!

What are we going to do?

- Nothing.

We'll let Vincke take care of it

and then you can take over.

What if they start shooting

at each other?

Then, with a bit a luck,

the problem will sort itself out.

What if they start talking

to each other?

Nazim?

Eric... Eric, why don't we just wait

for back-up? They're on their way.

Taking a look round can't hurt.

Police.

You can't get away.

Drop your gun.

- No.

Drop your gun!

Back off and I'll let him go.

You've got my word of honour.

Honour?

- I've got him, Vincke.

Clean.

- Shut up about honour.

You're just an executioner.

- Your colleague. The woman.

That wasn't me. That was Pjetr Gaba.

No, no.

Eric?

Linda De Leenheer.

Bloody hell, Eric. Don't do it.

Remember that name.

Police. Drop your gun.

Drop your gun.

Nazim!

Got him. Kneel down slowly.

Naomi, no!

Waldack knows more about all this.

We've got to grill him now.

Are you serious?

You've just killed his daughter!

He doesn't know that yet.

We'll grill him now.

Bessian Tahir had to become

an informer to protect his son?

That was the deal.

Informing on the Gaba clan.

But Gaba found out. How?

Did he have proof?

He used an Albanian expression.

If a heron flies over 30 times

and shits on your head 29 times

and only once on your neighbour's,

what proof do you need?

You told him that?

You were Shehu's lawyer.

Exactly. One evening Gaba appeared

in my office with six men.

He suspected someone

from the Shehu clan.

They didn't even have to get

their guns out. I told them everything.

Yes, Bessian Tahir was our informer. So?

Don't you use informers?

The gunrunning. How d'you think

we found out about that?

And, as thanks,

you abandon him in the restaurant.

Of course not.

At the last minute we discovered that

Gaba suspected who our informer was.

We called off that day's meeting.

- And left Tahir to eat on his own.

We informed Shehu straight away

that it'd been called off.

Shehu?

- Of course, Shehu.

Who d'you think arranged the meetings?

He knew it was cancelled.

I got a fright when I heard about

the murder. You were suddenly involved.

And the table bookings?

Why were they in my name?

Why, De Keyzer?

- It was just a joke, pal!

They asked what name

the booking was in and so...

The first name I thought of was Vincke.

It was a joke.

And you thought it was so funny you

signed the name Vincke at the lab too?

For a packet of sugar.

Well?

I don't know what you're on about.

- No. D'you know why?

Because you're a real bastard,

De Keyzer. And we're going to get you!

Cassiers, check all investigations of

Albanian clans with De Keyzer in charge.

Start with the past two years. Look for

failed operations, procedure errors,

cases dropped, that kind of thing.

Thanks.

Freddy, bring in Shehu.

I've still got a few files to check,

but up till now there are four times as

many operations involving the Gaba clan.

The Gaba clan is bigger, of course.

I don't need to state the obvious.

Nothing!

His wife has no idea where he is.

- Of course not.

If you look at

the number of cases dropped,

failed raids and procedure errors,

the ratio is the other way round.

The whole thing stinks!

It wasn't just the sugar.

De Keyzer let Shehu do as he pleased

while he came down hard on Gaba.

- D'you think he's in Shehu's pocket?

I'm looking into his finances,

Bracke's too.

Right. Anyone want anything to eat?

- Please.

Bloody hell! Sh*t!

The f***ing bastards!

What the hell are you thinking of,

spying on me?

It's to protectyou. Didn't Gaba, Shehu

and Nazim Tahir all threaten you?

What are you thinking of,

checking my finances?

D'you think this is about money?

The Albanians were busy

taking over the entire city.

All the clans together,

united under Gaba.

Not just the underworld.

Drugs, prostitution, guns.

They'd also got their claws

into higher circles.

The statistics made the politicians

extremely nervous. So what do you do?

Infiltrate the clans?

They're all related to each other.

Buy information?

Keeping quiet is a matter of honour.

Threaten them? They've been in a war,

seen their neighbours' heads on sticks.

Seen concentration camps revived.

How do you frighten people like that?

With a couple of years full board

in Leuven prison?

There's only one strategy left.

It's as old as Julius Caesar.

Divide and rule.

Little Shehu can do as he likes

if he informs on big Gaba.

That's your interpretation, Vincke.

- No, ignoring three kilos of coke

isn't a matter of interpretation.

Law and justice are not always

the same thing, Vincke.

OK... Yes, we allowed

three kilos of coke to disappear.

In exchange we got a grateful

daddy Tahir as our informer for life,

and that's worth more than

three kilos of coke.

You knew it wouldn't last.

That Gaba would catch on.

So what? As long as they massacre each

other. They're all lowlifes anyway. Eh?

Vincke, as you are aware, I've applied

for the post of government adviser.

We can use people with your potential.

I'm no good behind a desk.

Shame, cos that's where

things happen these days.

Modern-day policing isn't about

arresting baddies on the street.

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