De Zaak Alzheimer (The Alzheimer Affair) Page #3

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"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 learned 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 DCI...

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!

Sh*t!

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 "D's."

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?

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