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,
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.
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!
Fuck, 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... Fucking 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 forgivenessl
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! Fuck 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.
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! Shit!
The fucking bastards!
What the hell are you thinking of, spying on me?
It's to protect you. 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.
But about a feeling of safety, communication, statistics.
Statistics...
How does Linda De Leenheer fit into your statistics?
And Naomi Waldack?
Well, if you choose to be a gangster's whore...
What are you then, pal?
That's a serious accusation. I wouldn't repeat it without concrete proof.
Is he still there?
Yes.
Nazim has brought dishonour to the clan and the blood.
Hasn't the council reached a decision yet?
Commissioner Vincke? - Mrs Shehu?
I've got some news from my husband. He's ready to testify.
If you go and get him.
OK. Where is your husband? - In Zlatkucan.
In Albania.
Mr Vincke, Mr Verstuyft.
My name is Berisha,
the coordinating officer.
We'll do the arrest and paperwork.
Then we'll turn Mr Shehu over to you. That's clear?
Are you calling Nazim a liar? - Are you calling Shehu a liar?
Silence! Whatever the case, the church's protection takes precedence.
As long as Shehu stays inside, we can't do a thing.
And if he comes out?
Come on, hurry up.
Thank you, Commissioner.
You can't imagine how pleased I am to see you.
I'm not going to imagine anything. What d'you want, Shehu?
Nazim. I fear he's got the whole village behind him now, with his lies.
I wonder how come?
Take me with you. I'll help the Belgian authorities.
Start now then.
I'll give you names in Belgium. - Once there, you'll forget them. Eh?
No way. Testify first.
Take me with you first. You have to trust me.
Shehu and Nazim have both put their case.
It is up to the honourable interpreter of the Kanun to dispense justice.
Murderer!
Murderer! Give him to us!
He's ours!
Go! Go!
Go to hell!
What was that?
The son of a bitch!
Freddy!
What? What's the matter, pal?
Take care of our colleagues. - Wait.
Vincke!
Wait, Vincke.
Bloody hell!
They lied to you, Nazim.
I swear. On Martin's life.
Think of your godson. Think of Martin.
Stop. Put your gun down, Nazim.
Go home, Vincke. I've no fight with you.
But I have with you.
Linda De Leenheer. I have remembered her name.
I went after Pjetr Gaba. She tried to protect him.
He killed her.
Are you a man of honour, Nazim Tahir?
Yes, I am a man of honour.
Then step away from Shehu.
I need him in order to punish the real culprits.
And I need him in order to do my duty. To avenge my father's murder.
I can't allow that, Nazim.
I know, Mr Vincke.
Very funny, Verstuyft.
But it's very good quality icing sugar.
Vincke has got three more kilos.
He wants to talk to you.
You're starting to really get on my nerves, Vincke.
You tried something, but it failed. Everyone is dead.
So stop all this childish animosity. We're here for a funeral.
You weren't planning to give a speech, sir?
Of course I was. Why?
I wouldn't if I were you. I'd keep it for the media, after the funeral.
Here's the text.
Withdraw my application for the post of government advisor and sack De Keyzer.
You really should see a doctor. - Sir.
No, I'm not saying anything until I'm in Belgium.
How long are you going to last in here? A week? A month? Longer?
Until they stop bringing you food? And then?
What will you live off? Hosts?
It was Bracke, the Public Prosecutor. He was scared it would all come out.
The sugar and everything he'd fixed for us.
When Gaba realised there was an informer, Bessian Tahir was sacrificed.
Happy now?
Pathetic! Fairy tales forced out of a scared-to-death, eh, dead gangster.
Absolutely no legal validity. - There's more than one kind of justice.
Sooner or later, Gaba will be released. In this country, most likely sooner.
The sort of justice he favours doesn't require a court.
Is that a threat, Commissioner? - Just advice from a fellow team member.
Resign.
You'll never learn, will you, Vincke?
Ready to salute! Salute!
Come on, let's go.
...if You are not there.
My flesh and heart may fail,
but You are the rock on which I build, You are the future that awaits me.
Far from You, there is no life.
For those who have turned away from You, everything is lost.
You are the highest good and now I may rest in peace.
For ever and ever. Amen.
Translated by Christine Le Piez The Subtitling Company