"Believe me, she's ever so sweet." "You'll like her, I just know it." "I'm an excellent judge of human nature." "I can see you're nervous, for example." "Like you were the first time in that bar." ""Oops,' I said to myself." ""A quiet one an introvert."" "Am I right or am I right?" "You'll be fine, mate." "Just don't do anything silly." "And come up with the cash." "Party in hell, watch out for lightning!" "The name's Bieke." "Go and sit next to her." "Go and sit next to her." "Go on." "May I see your drawing?" "I'd rather you didn't." "Bieke..." "So?" "First time, is it?" "I knew it." "Human nature." "Bieke!" "Let's just talk a little." "Don't you want me to spoil you?" "Let's chat first." "About you, the people who come here." "Daddy says I mustn't." "What's this?" "Daddy!" "What's going on here, pal?" "Shit, he's blown in!" "Vincke's been caught!" "Hurry!" "Hurry, get moving!" "Fast!" "Slowly!" "Put your weapon down dammit!" "Sons of bitches!" "Scumbag!" "Calm down..." "I die, she dies, get it?" "There!" "Calm down." "Let's not do anything stupid." "Not you... not us." "Let's leave." "We'll be fine." "After all that's happened!" "You think I've got shit for brains?" "Look at Bieke." "She loves you." "You're her father." "She dotes on you." "She needs you." "What makes you so sure of that?" "I'm gonna kill you, pal." "Vincke..." "Shhh, Freddy." "Freddy!" "Daddy!" "Daddy!" "Don't move!" "On your knees!" "On your knees!" "Now!" "Daddy!" "They're scumbags, Bieke!" "Scumbags, all of them!" "Daddy!" "Daddy!" "He could've confessed, Freddy." "You know me, Vincke." "No risks." "We should've nabbed him earlier." "We knew enough." "I hoped to get more." "I wasn't the first to go upstairs." "Look on the bright side." "One less arsehole, and the girl's safe." "Vincke?" "Eric?" "MARSEILLES, 5 days later" "In Belgium?" "Potential clients, Angelo, which could prove to be an important market." "Not for me." "Could I have some chips, please?" "Right away." "But you've already ordered some." "What's the matter with you?" "Gilles, you should send someone else." "I'm tired." "Spare me the retirement crap." "Angelo, people like us, don't retire." "I hate Belgium." "Like everyone else." "But you know the place." "That's important." "Don't you have a brother there?" "You could pay him a visit." "If he's still alive." "Then go see his grave." "THE ALZHEIMER CASE" "Most foreigners only know Bruges." "All they talk about is Bruges, Bruges, Bruges." "Especially Americans." "But Antwerp is much more beautiful." "There's a lot more to see." "And Bruges is much smaller." "It's really very small." "In fact, most people don't know..." "There you are, Mr. Ledda." "Room number 633." "Is this your first stay with us?" "I speak Dutch." "A bad habit." "One of many." "Alone?" "Not anymore." "You must be Mister..." "Casoni." "Did you have a nice trip?" "I have the files you requested." "Everything's in here." "Excuse me..." "Yes, hello?" "Yes, I'm with him right now." "No, he doesn't say much." "His mug seems to have lived under a tram for two years." "I'm sure they know what they're doing." "Yes." "My client wants to know when." "Preparation is all." "It shouldn't take long." "Fast isn't fast enough." "We want to know when." "First I'll go and live under a tram for two years." "Are you coming to the opening with me?" "No time." "Construction license." "And a meeting in Brussels." "Have fun." "You married me for that, didn't you?" "A long time ago." "What are you insinuating?" "Nothing, Bob." "Nothing." "See you later." "If it finishes late," "I'll stay over in Brussels." "Okay." "Do me a favour, will you?" "Buy her a better perfume." "Top nomination Bob Van Camp" "Typical!" "Of course, your keys." "How many times..." "Are you clever?" "I said, are you clever?" "If you are, you'd know who sent me." "I'm asking you again:" "are you clever?" "And if you're very clever, you'd know what I'm here for." "Do you know?" "Where?" "Downstairs?" "Where?" "You don't know me, do you?" "If that crook thinks..." "If I give it to you, will you let me go?" "Please..." "I swear I won't say anything." "Daddy?" "Daddy, I'm going to Katrien's." "Hello, who is this?" "Yes, it's me." "Yes." "No, problem one solved." "No more worries there." "Yes, see you soon." "Yes, Freddy." "How did you know it was me?" "Any normal guy would hang up after 20 rings." "The big boss needs us." "It's urgent." "You have to go." "I'm on holiday." "Give me ten minutes, okay?" "Ever heard of mineral water?" "Mineral water?" "In the morning?" "Never with an eclair." "Jesus Christ!" "Damn BMWs!" "You should give way." "Be careful." "They cut people off, use high beams, are made in Germany and who drives them?" "Hairdressers and doormen." "How about shattering a headlight." "No." "Piss into the lock." "It sticks and stinks up the inside." "It rusts, especially the cheaper models, but most importantly:" "the insurance stays out." "Whereas a broken headlight..." "one call to the broker, and it's dealt with." "Pigé?" "You're punishing the wrong guys." "Get it?" "Yes, the insurance, the wrong ones." "Off we go." "Super urgent." "Can't wait." "Chief." "Freddy." "Linda." "Mrs. Van Camp's husband didn't come home last night and wasn't seen at the office this morning." "Looks like a missing person's case." "SIB came by." "But Madame knows our boss." "Van Parys?" "Yes, and he wants us to keep a discrete eye out." "Why?" "Van Camp holds a high position:" "General Town Planning Manager." "Eva, this is the Detective Chief Inspector" "Vincke and Inspector Verstuyft." "Please to meet you." "Mrs." "Van Camp." "Mrs. Van Camp is a good friend of my wife's." "Has Linda told you?" "Yes, what she knows, that is." "His car was not used..." "I'm afraid something has happened to him." "Did he have a reason to leave?" "A quarrel?" "Is this the first time he sleeps out?" "Verstuyft, let Vincke do his job." "Go take a look at the car." "Coemans knows the way." "My husband has his habits." "But his work comes first." "He'd never miss work." "Does he have problems?" "Problems?" "All major files pass through his hands, so, I imagine he must have friends, but enemies too." "Let's not stray." "I'm doing my best." "You want to do this alone?" "Or should we leave this to our colleagues?" "Damn Van Parys!" "One of his politician friends falls asleep at his mistress' and all of Antwerp gets mobilized." "He wants to jump her, that's clear." "I reckon she killed her husband." "Should we comb out the woods?" "Go, Freddy." "Wait." "Don't you have a brother there?" "You could pay him a visit." "Paolo?" "It's me, Angelo." "Sir?" "Are you a relative of Mr. Ledda?" "Distant." "Has he been here long?" "Ages." "It went very fast." "In the beginning..." "I know how it starts." "Shit, you're right." "Why must you speak" "French to make the grade for dcl?" "To read the menus in posh restaurants." "Shut up, Coemans!" "And stop ogling Linda." "I thought this file'd gone to the Youth section?" "I borrowed it from them." "You're over-zealous." "Does Van Parys know?" "Sometimes you have to bend the rules." "What's new on Van Camp?" "Linda and Coemans are on it." "Nothing for the moment, though." "I promised to get back to Mrs. Van Camp." "Freddy, didn't you have an SIB informer?" "Go see him and pick his brains." "We're dealing with something else, boss." "Bieke Cuypers?" "The file you got on the quiet from the Youth section?" "Sorry, that case is closed for us." "Miss Cuypers?" "Brigitte?" "Call me Bieke." "Are you a friend of my dad's?" "Are you a friend of my dad's?" "She's not even 13." "I won't do it." "No, she just looks younger." "She's not even 13." "I won't do it." "Your record's got stuck." "She's a child." "I won't do it." "If you think you can trick me, you've got the wrong man!" "One quick call to Marseilles!" "You don't understand." "Nobody will do it." "We'll find someone else." "This is simply not on!" "No?" "Give me one reason." "I'll give you three." "One!" "Two!" "And three!" "Your pal Van Camp's safe." "Understand?" "Nutcase!" "Hired yourself opera singers or what?" "My client wants to see you." "Tomorrow, same place, same time." "And don't forget your safe." "Your wallet..." "Mr. Seynaeve." "Van Camp has vanished into thin air." "Even his mistress has no idea." "We're checking passenger lists at the airport." "On the run abroad?" "That's our lead?" "Concrete stuff, or occupational therapy?" ""Concrete stuff or occupational therapy?"" "There's our intellectual from the judiciary." "Major." "You want information on our files?" "How about sending us an official document, you're good at that." "Sorry, we didn't know you could read." "To think I learnt to shoot at the judiciary." "If you must learn to shoot, how come you don't have a shooting range?" "We don't have the Gendarmerie's budget." "No, 90% of your budget goes to paper." "If I've wasted too much paper, come and get some of ours." "You'll have the night of your life." "Yeah right." "The night of all nights in your entire career." "Some other time." "Come on, look." "Room 105." "Perfect, for a pretty girl like you." "Sir, you're bothering the young lady and disturbing me." "Who are you?" "Her pimp perhaps?" "How much do you want for your hot chick?" "You wanted something hot?" "A gentleman?" "No." "A client." "Calm down, it was a dream." "Don't you recognize me?" "Stay." "I'm sorry, stay." "I can hear your blood flowing." "It's my head emptying." "You're different, you." "You reckon?" "I know so." "I have a weak spot for special men." "Two bullets in the chest, one in the head." "The work of a pro." "Bastards." "Bastards!" "Bastards!" "And the other wounds?" "Propellers cut her to bits." "Freddy, hurry and become a DCl, so I don't have to do this anymore." "The kid was only 12 years old!" "According to the investigation, she was murdered." "We know who she is." "The name's Brigitte Cuypers, 12 years old, from Merksem, recently implicated in a child prostitution case which claimed her father's life." "I spent the whole night here?" "Tell me!" "I spent the whole night here?" "Yes, where else?" "You have to go." "Get dressed." "I don't get this." "Go back!" "Your pills!" "Go back!" "You have to go back!" "Shit!" "You were right, Gilles." "For guys like us, there's no retirement." "Vincke!" "We have a witness." "A hotel patron." "Mr. Casoni..." "Your passport." "Thank You." "Hello." "Vincke, Chief." "You can speak in Flemish, Chief." "The world is my oyster, sort of." "He knows the victim's identity." "Yes, I saw him get into his car actually." "Poor guy." "His name is Ledda." "Angelo Ledda." "How do you spell that?" "Like the swan, but with two Ds." "Greek mythology." "Elementary." "So, you knew Mr. Ledda?" "Yes, from the bar." "A nice guy." "Retired." "A true Frenchman." "We found this under another car." "With a Visa card in Angelo Ledda's name." "Come and see this, guys!" "I had this funny feeling." "Not your day." "Baron, it's time." "Joseph will do it, thanks." "You're specialists, right?" "Shrinks do more than stuff their patients with sedatives, Gustave." "They talk to them too." "Before or after the injection?" "Baron De Haeck." " Yes, it's me." "Switch on the TV, Baron." "Teletexte BRT, page 101." "Mafia crime in Antwerp" "When those frogs drop a clanger, they pick it up afterwards." "With a bulldozer, if necessary." "You can rest assured, Baron." "Don't worry, it's been taken care of." "That is... if you remembered me." "Did you think of me, Baron?" "Wonderful." "If I may say so, I do enjoy doing business with an honest man." "Here's our friend Casoni." "But according to France, the only Bernard Casoni, is him." "Young chap... centre forward for Marseilles." "In our profession, you're better off knowing about soccer than Greek mythology." "What do we have on this Angelo Ledda?" "His credit cards are false." "No one has ever heard of him in France." "And here?" "Here, well..." "There's a file at the Juvenile Court." "But on a Ledda who's been dead for 40 years." "Have them send it anyway." "And the girl in the boot?" "Anja Laeremans." "A prostitute, the barman claims." "No pimp, no police record." "And unfortunately, no family, no friends, but we're still looking." "Settling of scores in the prostitution world?" "What if there's more to it?" "Why not?" "Perhaps the Nivelles gang is behind it as well." "Detective Chief Inspector?" "You were right." "The bullets are from the same weapon." "The girl in the boot was killed by Bieke Cuypers' killer." "What's going on?" "Problem?" "This can't be." "You're dead." "No, you're dead." "Two bullets in the chest and one in the head." "Again." "He's still warm." "Want to feel?" "No way." "Stimorol." "He comes home, he wants to open the gate, the sensor's fucked up, he approaches and boom." "Coemans..." "did you report the car?" "Affirmative, Detective Chief Inspector." "I am for 69." "He's even sicker than you are." "Mrs. Seynaeve..." "Chief Vincke and Inspector Verstuyft." "Madame..." "all of our sincere condolences." "Life goes on." "If you were expecting tears and a black veil, I'm sorry." "But if you have any questions, go ahead." "Where was he coming from, this late?" "He went out for business." "No idea with whom or where." "We never talk about these things." "In fact, we hardly ever speak." "I'm not the talkative type." "Has your husband been threatened before?" "Not by me." "Any enemies?" "No." "No, only friends." "My husband had lots of friends." "Pardon my rudeness but we found this in his mouth." "Any ideas?" "No." "Good to see there's still honest people." "Are you being entirely honest?" "I am." "Yes... but I am rather mistrustful... by nature." "If I give it to you, will you let me go?" "I promise I won't say anything!" "If that crook thinks that..." "Is he here?" "Yes..." "What are you doing?" "Hello to you too, Jean." "Haven't you heard?" "Seynaeve's been shot." "lmpossible." "What on earth are you doing, dad?" "The guy must be really close." "I wish..." ""I wish"?" "A real man would say: "I want!"" "Don't worry." "He doesn't know me." "All the leads stop at Seynaeve." "Who says so?" "Seynaeve?" "I say so!" "Bastards!" "Filthy bastards." "Nothing." "We're getting nowhere, guys." "4 murders and all we have are facts, while we need connections." "Prostitution." "Settling of scores." "There's only..." "Bieke Cuypers on the child prostitution side." "Anja...that's hotel prostitution." "Two completely different worlds." "And the angle on Seynaeve is not prostitution." "He's playing at a much higher level." "Yet, he was killed the same way as Bieke Cuypers." "Not with the same gun." "Seynaeve's bullets are of a different caliber." "Chief..." "Chief..." "Bernard Casoni!" "Is it legal?" "No, it's Japanese." "Vincke." "Have you read the newspapers, Chief?" "The girl in the boot has nothing to do with it." "She was an angel." "You know what happened and you want to help us?" " Help you?" "I'm doing your job here." "Eliminating crooks." "Because you are too slow." "And I don't have much time left." "And who are the crooks?" "I can't tell you yet." "Then why call us?" "If I can't finish the job, you'll have to take over." "You really want to nab the bastards who are behind this?" " Yes." "Keep up the good work and you'll find them." "Unless we find you first." "Mister Ledda?" "Bravo." "You already have my name." "Now, yes." "Doesn't matter." "I have nothing to lose." "Just my head." "Okay, we've got him!" "075 56 28 36." "Coemans, check with Belgacom." "Useless, it's Seynaeve's cell phone." "Why do they have mobiles and we don't?" "Ledda is our man." "And we're still at square one." "Vincke..." "Remember how Mrs. Seynaeve mentioned his friends and how she reacted to the money." "Can I try something?" "All she needs is a little push, to undress..." "You'd like that, wouldn't you...her, naked..." "Just let me try." "I can't accept that." "Vincke, you said it yourself:" "sometimes you have to bend the rules." "Mrs. Seynaeve?" "You are a real cop." "It was open." "Ideal for letting people in." "I appreciate your hospitality." "Go ahead." "Do you know Angelo Ledda?" "No." "Bernard Casoni?" "Tall?" "Blond?" "Dark." "Not exactly a unique specimen." "No, sorry, the name doesn't ring a bell." "He called us with your husband's cell phone." "What do you think?" "I'll have it disconnected." "You do know how to cover up things." "Pardon?" "I know exactly what brings you here." "Madame, I..." "What would you say if I pinned you against the wall?" "I think you know more than you're letting on." "Oh, a thinker?" "I saw you more as an action man." "Listen, why not help each other?" "Angelo Ledda?" "No, I don't know him." "But the other name, Casoni I heard him say it on the phone once." "With de Haeck." "The cement Baron?" "The former minister?" "You asked for a name, not a pedigree." "Drink...now that it's still cold." "Never on the job." "You filthy Belgian cop!" "Vincke..." "We have a name." "Compliments of Mrs. Seynaeve." "De Haeck." "The minister?" "His son." "Jean de Haeck." "Last month, he quit his job as Town Planning Manager." "And who succeeded him?" "Bob Van Camp." "Things are going to get hot." "My thoughts exactly." "Where does he live?" "No, keep going." "They'll call back." "Blackmail, that's our lead." "For years" "Van Camp has been losing big jobs to bigwigs like Jean de Haeck." "Then, he discovers his perversion." "Children." "Bieke Cuypers." "He's not answering." "I'll try again." "Van Camp blackmails him and steals his job." "Excuse me." "Hello?" "Shit!" "Why is there a tunnel here anyway?" "Verstuyft..."