Blood is never unavenged (Art. 917 of the Kanun)
Didn't your friend turn up?
Think, before you do this!
Think very carefully.
Are you scared?
Of course you're scared.
Of course you are.
You've got every reason to be scared.
Commissioner. - Linda.
Freddy. - Linda.
Well? - The victim'd come from the restaurant.
Any witnesses? - No. They probably used silencers.
They? - Two weapons, different calibres.
CCTV? - Not here or in the restaurant.
I've asked for the footage from the approach roads.
Forensics have finished? - Yes.
Albanian. - I don't think so.
We've checked his passport, his driver's licence. He's Italian.
A two-headed eagle is Albanian.
Alessandro del Piero. The Albanians have certainly got a sense of humour.
Have I missed something? - Put it this way. If that's del Piero,
they're gonna be a player short at Juventus on Sunday.
They've turned him onto his stomach. Give me a hand, Freddy.
Gently does it.
Commissioner, witnesses say the victim'd drunk almost an entire bottle of water.
He was waiting for someone before ordering.
Then he suddenly jumped up and left without paying.
And the waiter didn't go after him? - He thought he'd gone to the toilet.
After a whole bottle of water...
Have you got a minute, Commissioner? - Yes, of course.
Right, Cassiers, good police work means getting your priorities right.
So can you get some more peanuts?
A customer booked a table for half past twelve but didn't turn up.
Vincke, a table for one?
It may be nothing but I thought you should see it.
Yes, of course. That's good of you, Linda. Take it away as evidence.
They've killed Dad.
Albanian clans, Vincke... I don't know, I don't like it.
Those guys came straight from a war and imported it into this country.
Why don't we dump the body on Organised Crime?
You know who's in charge?
It lives in the sea and is eaten with French fries.
Preferably in months with an R in them.
This time De Keyzer is welcome to it.
Right, what shall we do? What's the plan?
What does anyone do if they want to get somewhere in this world?
Fill up with petrol.
Not serving people, Binak?
With a smart car like that, they usually pay with plastic.
Commissioner. Sir.
A good-looking guy. A relation?
A dead guy. - Shame.
He's Albanian. - An even greater shame.
D'you know him? Or d'you know someone who might?
Listen, Tinky Winky.
My girlfriend works for Trading Standards.
Maybe I should ask her if she's got time to check the colour of your diesel?
Or the expiry date on your chocolate.
Bought in your shop this morning. - It's still edible.
They have to put a date on it.
But there's a margin... - I haven't got time for your crap.
Shehu. Prenk from the Shehu clan. Try Prenk Shehu.
If a fly farts, Prenk Shehu hears it.
OK.
Ah, the law. Welcome, gentlemen. Welcome.
I'd love to help you, Commissioner. You know that. It'd be an honour.
But... you say it's a revenge killing?
Are you sure he's Albanian? - He had a ring with a two-headed eagle.
Everyone wears our eagle these days. It's become fashionable.
It's a shame. Its meaning is being lost.
He died on his stomach.
Is he from another clan, maybe? The Gabas?
I don't know. There are so many new people. And I don't get out much.
His killers turned him over onto his stomach.
On his stomach or his back, so what? Dead is dead.
The Kanun says that's dying like a dog.
A dead person has to be on their back so their soul can go up to heaven.
With a beech twig next to them. - A beech twig?
What's the point of that? - It's a mark of respect.
A mark of respect?
Not shooting someone, that's a mark of respect!
Come back safely, Nazim. Promise me.
I promise.
Let me come with you.
No.
Are you a man of honour?
I'm a man of honour.
Cheers. - Cheers.
Why? Why my father, Captain?
More important than why is who.
Mark Ukatjerra?
Pjetr? Pjetr Gaba?
Gaba's son?
When I left, the Gaba clan was our partner.
What happened between our clans?
Do you question people with bad blood?
You're right, Captain.
From now on their shadow is walled in.
Until blood has been washed away with blood.
Carry it with honour.
Because it brings blood to your house.
Daddy. Daddy, I'm thirsty.
Who's that? - Martin.
D'you remember me? - I doubt it.
He was two when you left.
Thank you.
That brings me to a second request.
Your father was to be Martin's godfather.
It will be an honour to cut his first hair.
Thank you.
Have you got a plan? - Yes.
I'm going to get them where they least expect to see me.
Well? How's it going?
Haven't seen anything yet. But I'm not even halfway through.
Is me having to check all the tapes on my own normal?
Of course it is, you're the youngest. - It's cos you've got the sharpest eyes.
And that's because you're the youngest.
How's identification of the body going? - His photo's not on file.
Not locally or nationally.
But the name Alessandro del Piero made the Italians laugh.
Linda, are the Gabas still in Eilandje?
Yes, above the Tirano nightclub, their cover.
Got your dancing shoes with you, Freddy? - To be honest, I don't much fancy
waltzing into a clan war. - Oh dear, Freddy. Are we scared?
Scared? Scared of what? A few bullet holes?
If it's to pick up lowlifes who are back on the street the next day, no thanks.
We mustn't screw this up. If our body does belong to a clan,
the Kanun demands vengeance.
So we may well be scraping his killers off the pavement tomorrow.
Is that such a bad thing?
Nazim?
Naomi?
Pjetr, trouble at the rear entrance.
Get out of here, Naomi. It's not safe. - No way.
I'll see you on the jetty. Now get out of here.
Just a minute.
Police.
What? The police!
Guns away. I said put your guns away.
Shit! The cops would have to come now!
You don't think it's a coincidence, eh?
Protection? Here?
The son of a bitch!
Commissioner Vincke, Homicide. Who's in charge here?
Are you Vincke? - Yes.
And you dare come in here? You dare look my father in the eye?
Of course. Why not?
Why not? Why right now?
Oh, sorry, were they playing your favourite record?
No, Pjetr.
You're lucky you're a cop.
Who's the man in the photo?
Piss off!
Piss off.
And be glad you're allowed to leave here alive.
In our own place, dammit!
Phone round, send Nazim's photo to people.
I want to know where the rat is.
Did you crash into his car or something? - No.
Are you sure? Not even a long time ago? - I've never even pissed on his handle.
Good evening, Public Prosecutor. Or maybe not.
Vincke has just been to see Gaba together with that other clown.
That's quick. It was to be expected, but that is quick. Hold on.
I'll have to ask you to excuse me. Work.
Yes. - Like I told you, sir,
Vincke is going to get under our feet and he won't let up.
So get him taken off the case before it's too late.
And the reason? The report says a man with an Italian passport's been killed.
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 bitch!
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 want to 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. 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'll 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?
Shit!
Eric Vincke's answering machine... - Fuck!
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 bitch!
You fuckin' 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.