Dossier K.

Blood is never unavenged

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.