All language subtitles for Salamander S01E03

I'm in Vilvoorde.
I've been called out to a suicide.

Your informer, Andr� Strubbe,
has hung himself with a wire.

Do you believe that?
- Why do you think I'm calling?

You've been suspended.
- I've what?

Been temporarily suspended.

800 safes.
And they chose those particular 66.

People in leading positions.

You know I don't agree with this.
Martin said you're suspended.

Gerardi, Federal Police.

You're not from the police.
You can't be. We were assured that...

Assured?

Easy does it. Everything will be fine.
Don't do that. No!

Bloody hell!

Gerardi has gone, sir.

Make sure every policeman
is looking for him.

So tomorrow the bank robbery
and everything

will become an official investigation.

You don't understand.
I only came to tell you about it.

Not to hear what I have to do.
I know that better than you do.

I won't be home for a few days.

Definitely call her, Dad, eh?

Well?
- Brother Carl doesn't wish to see you.

But I need to speak to him.
- I'm sorry.

If I can't speak to him,
I really don't know what else to do.

Please.

You're forgetting one thing.

You're the Public Prosecutor
but I'm still your minister.

Until the next elections.
Then you'll be replaced by someone else.

That's how it works, Marc.
That's politics.

But I will remain in my job.

And I defend the legal state,
the institutions and whatever's left.

Marc, please. Look at the names.
- You're among them.

Yeah, yeah. Minister, State Secretary,
Governor of the National Bank.

All their secrets are now
in the wrong hands.

If that's exploited,
the country won't survive.

I'll bring in the Security Service.
- Who's to say they aren't behind this?

I'm sorry we're talking to
each other like this.

I've no idea who's behind
the robbery and why either.

So no one can be trusted?
- That's the problem.

So tell me. What do you suggest?

Whoever the people behind it are,

they mustn't suspect
that we know anything.

We quietly prepare for eventualities
and deal with the problem as it arises.

There's already a problem. Gerardi.
- Gerardi?

Leave him to me.

I couldn't find any toothpaste
but you can borrow mine until tomorrow.

The toothbrush is new.
- That's very kind of you, thank you.

I didn't introduce myself.
Paul Gerardi.

Victor.

A couple of things for tomorrow morning.

There is silent prayer
in the church at six.

Lauds is at seven and
breakfast is at half past seven.

It's up to you. Brother Carl
will see you tomorrow morning.

If he wants to. If not,
you have to leave tomorrow.

I hope you sleep well.

Thank you.

Hello.

To whom am I speaking?

And? Are they still answering?
- Yes.

I'm just popping out.

Was that Dad?
- Oh, Sofie.

No, no, it was a wrong number.
It's OK, sweetheart.

Hello.

Hello, Dad?

Hello.

Why do you keep bothering us?
Bastard!

Sofie, hang up, sweetheart.

What are you doing?
- Calling that number back.

The number you have dialled
is out of use.

Why are they harassing us like this?
We don't know anything.

No, sweetheart,
we don't know anything.

Right. I'm going to call Dad.
- No, Mum.

He asked us not to. He'll call us.

Sofie, I'm absolutely sick of his job.
I really am.

Why do you always have to criticise him?

D'you think he's thinking
about your safety?

All he's thinking about is his case.

You're not going to divorce him?

Of course not, darling. Come here.
What is all this?

Hey. OK?

Come on, let's go to bed.
We've got to be up early tomorrow.

WEDNESDAY 7.45 A.M.

Excuse me.

Ah, Vincent. Glad you're here.
Aren't there any more coming?

Six sent their apologies.
Well, it was rather last-minute.

I'll get a coffee first.
Have one with me.

So it was your deputy who passed on
the 66 names of our people?

That's unbelievable.
And who to?

If I knew that,
I'd tell you, Martine.

But I can assure you
I have everything under control.

Robijns committed suicide.

But thanks to Persigal,
the Public Prosecutor,

there won't be
an investigation by the police.

Just how far can Persigal be trusted?

He can hush the whole affair up,
Cyrille.

Yes, but Persigal has never
really been one of us.

He's never committed himself fully.

He will have to now.
His safe was cracked too.

He's fully aware who he has
to thank for his nomination.

Us.

Right. So no one knows
about our organisation?

No.
- And no one knows about this robbery?

No.
- Are you certain?

Of course.

I do think it's strange.

I really do.
Our people are everywhere.

We have 720 members who are with
goodness knows how many banks.

Tell me what's irking you.

Well, it's a bit of a coincidence
that only your bank was robbed.

That's just what it is,
a coincidence.

I mean, it's possible
this person isn't after us

but after you, personally.

What could the reason be?
- It is possible.

Bloody hell,
is this some kind of court?

It was my father, Emile,
who founded this organisation.

I don't know who's trying to get at us.

But I won't let them destroy me.

Of course we have absolute confidence
in our chairman.

And we are fully aware of
his family connections.

Let's look at
what practical measures we can take

to ensure we remain
in control of the situation.

Agreed.

Yes. Yes?

Good morning.

I let you sleep late.
- What's the time?

10 o'clock.
We saved you some breakfast.

Did you see him?

Got everything?
- Yes.

OK.

Hello, Paul.
- I might have guessed.

The leopard doesn't change its spots.

Clever. Never put everything
together in one place.

Paul.
- Hello, Carl.

Thank you for agreeing to help me.

I haven't said I will yet.

Although I must admit
that it's an impressive list.

Half of Belgium's elite is on it.

Has a bank been robbed?
- Not officially.

Oh, right. Sure.
No one is allowed to know.

Now you're on the run and
you thought of me, your old mate.

But I am pleased to see you.

You're my first visitor in a year.

You look better than you used to.
- Thank you.

How's things with Sarah?
- Fine.

As good as they can be
after sixteen years of marriage.

So you're still together? Great.
And Sofie?

A fifteen-year-old girl.
You wouldn't recognise her.

Do you still see your family?
- No.

No, not since I've been here.

I've got to get back to work.
You can come with me, if you like.

Then we can continue our chat.
I'm doing some gardening today.

I'll be right back.
- OK.

Stay in the playground
at lunchtime, sweetheart, OK?

Don't leave the school.
- I never do, Mum.

This evening too,
wait inside for me until I get here.

OK?
- Yes.

If something's the matter or
you hear from Dad, call me immediately.

OK. Bye, princess.
- Bye.

What's the matter?

Did you think I'd start crying?

Losers. Big fat losers!

You have to help me. Three people have
already died. I can't trust anyone.

Sorry, pal. I'll give you
somewhere to stay but that's all.

You were my mate, dammit.
You taught me everything I know.

What do they say at the station?

I've been suspended.
I'm supposed to take a holiday.

Rightly so. This case
is far too big for you.

You're not even aware of half of what's
at stake here. Think of your family.

I'm not going on the run, Carl.
- No. You want to save the world.

D'you think you can do that by praying
and trimming the hedge, or what?

Carl!

Remember that dead Moroccan?
I got you out of trouble then, eh?

And you ended up as Commissioner.

Well, now I'm here
asking you to help me.

You're in my way.

OK, fine.

But I'm only going to give you
my opinion, that's all.

OK. Thanks.
- Come on, let's go inside.

Is that really all you do all day?
Pray and work?

Yes.
- And all because of that one blunder.

Among other things, yes.

I'm doing penance. Leave it at that.

MR P. LARIDON,
MINISTER OF THE INTERIOR

The tickets are in here. Two to Malta,
two for Ireland and one for Athens.

I will only be gone for two days.

If I need you, you'll hear from me
and the rest will be paid in December.

Have a good trip.
- Thanks.

Any tip-offs about the robbery
or perpetrators beforehand?

No, nothing beforehand.

So this Strubbe is your only informer?
- Yes.

Nothing from the underworld?
And afterwards?

No. They eliminated
the two weak links themselves.

That means a gang of
at least five people or more.

Yes.

And you say they must've quietly
prepared for it months in advance?

Then they aren't ordinary criminals,
are they?

Usually if it takes that long, you get
some jerk who can't keep his mouth shut.

That didn't happen here.
- True.

And, on top of that, just add up
the millions they left behind.

If they don't want them,
what do they want from the 66?

Their balls. Their soul.

Then it's politics.

But why? What's their objective?

You'll never know.

Cos those 66 clowns won't report it.
They want it hushed up.

Which won't be difficult with the Public
Prosecutor among them, of course.

What are you planning to do now?
- Well, look at this.

This is a thank-you letter to
Senator Guy Rasenberg.

He's one of the 66.
And it's probably out of his own safe.

For some unpleasant business
he took care of.

Sounds exciting.
- Dear Senator, Dear Guy,

We hereby inform you that
the unfortunate business

for which our son was responsible

has ended favourably after all

and this is due to your intervention
with the authorities in question.

I cannot thank you enough. If I can do
anything in return... blah blah blah.

Kind regards, Honor�.

That's not much to go on, is it?
- Hold on.

He made some notes.
All police report numbers.

It concerns a hit-and-run accident
by a minor.

The letter writer's son.

And now for the best bit.

The Honor� who sends his kind regards
is Honor� Dekeyser,

Commissioner of Direct Taxes.

If I can do anything in return.
Right.

That's my only clue.

Guy Rasenberg.
So I'll start with that.

I wouldn't start with anything.

Keep your mitts off it.

Carl.

I'm a cop and you aren't any more.
- Yes.

I want to look the address up.
Have you got a phone directory?

Ask him. You're the cop.

Brother Victor, have you got
a phone directory here?

A phone directory? No.

But we have got internet.
Come with me.

Oh, fantastic.

Yes.

Did you ask him where he was?

What did he say?

I'll give him one more day,
then I'll call him myself.

I don't care what situation
I disturb him in.

OK. Thanks. Yes. Bye.

And?

Nothing.

Nothing.

They've got him. Come on.

Shit.

Mrs Rasenberg? Paul Gerardi.
Is the senator home?

No. He's at a meeting.
Have you got an appointment?

Can I talk to you then?
- If I can be of help.

It's to do with the theft
at Jonkhere Bank.

Documents have turned up
that refer to the senator.

And you are?
- Chief Inspector Gerardi.

My husband receives letters like this
every week. It's not that remarkable.

He even specialises in
that kind of favour.

You do know the Jonkhere Bank?

Raymond Jonkhere is
a personal friend of ours.

Because this letter was stolen from
your safe at Jonkhere Bank.

We haven't got a safe there.

It's in your husband's name, but...

Then I'd know about it.
It's nonsense.

Sorry, but here is
an inventory from the bank.

Guy Rasenberg, safe number 151.

French savings accounts,
international bonds, holdings.

To the value of approximately
one million euros.

Was this robbery discovered Monday
by any chance?

I remember Raymond Jonkhere
phoning here Monday.

The phone didn't stop ringing all day.

Have you got any idea
who else may have phoned?

They're all on your list.

All 66?
- Not all 66, no.

You mean the 66 know each other.

Look.

They meet once a month.

It's a sort of, how shall I put it?
A sort of...

Darling, I'm home early.
That meeting was postponed.

Those socialists are getting on my...

Hello.

Oh, hello.

I didn't know I had another appointment.
- Not everyone comes to see you, eh?

This gentleman came to give me
some investment advice.

We made an appointment,
don't tell me you forgot.

No, no. No, no, of course not.
Sorry to disturb you.

No problem. I was just about to
say goodbye, senator.

Thank you for your hospitality.
- I'll show you out.

Goodbye.

Oh, fantastic.

Here's my card. Call me. OK? Then
we can arrange to meet. We have to.

Sarah? Darling, I asked you
not to call me using the landline.

They're probably listening in.
- You should've called me then.

They're outside again.

They call during the night
to keep us awake.

No, now you're going to listen for
a moment. They follow us, they...

Listen. That's just to intimidate me.
They probably want me to...

It's not about you.
This really isn't about you.

Our daughter is scared stiff.
They follow us to school.

For the umpteenth time, they are
civil servants from the ministry.

They won't put a foot wrong.
- But they are here. And where are you?

I can't tell you. Give me
a few more days. Just a moment.

Hello. Are you still there?

People have been murdered.
I've got no choice.

I can't turn my back on this?
For goodness' sake!

Honestly.

Think of your daughter for a moment,
and what she's going through

because you have to save the world.

You can do what you like,
but not at Sofie's expense. OK?

I am absolutely sick to death of you.

I really am, you are truly selfish.
- Sarah.

Goddammit.

I am absolutely sick to death of you.

I really am, you are truly selfish.
- Sarah.

The call was made from Rue Am�ricaine.

Right. So?
- That's where Senator Rasenberg lives.

He's on the list of the 66.
- Sarah. That's a name from the Bible.

But she's right.
Gerardi is a moralist.

He can make things difficult for us.

His family is his weak point.
Should we apply some pressure?

We're already doing that, aren't we?
And the result? Nothing.

We could grab the daughter.

I got them to send me
Paul Gerardi's personnel file.

There's a confidential note in there

about a fatal shooting in 2009 together
with his colleague Carl Cassimon.

The victim was an innocent Moroccan.

The case was closed thanks to
one-sided statements by Gerardi.

Here you are.

There's something else
about Cassimon and Gerardi.

Last page, at the bottom. Read it.

A man can sometimes be so weak,
can't he?

Thanks.

Cheers.
- Cheers.

OK?
- Sarah wants me to stop.

She's had enough.
Otherwise she's off.

Then I'd go home if I were you.

Yeah.

But I'm not you.
- No. You're an idealist.

That's even worse.

Do you know whether
cell P9 still exists?

P9? Why?

They're looking for me and driving
around with government number plates

from the Ministry of Justice,
they're armed.

No. I've no idea.

MR LARIDON,
MINISTER OF THE INTERIOR

Laridon speaking.

Yes, himself. To whom am I speaking?

Yes, it's here in front of me.
What do you want?

I can't do that.

You can't ask that of me.

Hello?

Hello?

THURSDAY 8.15 A.M.

Hello, Carl.

Adams.

I've been expecting you.

If something stinks,
you're always to be found nearby.

Drive.

What do you want?

You bring him outside and
we'll take him off your hands.

I'll tell you what, Adams.
Go and get him yourself. I left.

I've got nothing to do with P9
and its dirty tricks.

Anyway, I don't betray my friends.

Oh, really?
- Yes.

This is a confidential note
from Internal Affairs

about Paul Gerardi,
from two years ago.

He was not doing very well.

Following an argument
his wife moved out for three weeks

and into the Petite Astoria Hotel
on Rue d'Arlon.

But that is only included because
you were spotted at the hotel too,

with Sarah, three nights in a row.

You in bed with your best friend's wife.

Oh, but Gerardi doesn't know that.

What do you want?
- To let him read that.

He's an idealist. He believes
in things like true friendship.

It wasn't a real affair.
You know it wasn't.

I'm not the one you have to convince.
Convince Gerardi to leave the monastery.

He'll never do that.

Bring him to us with all his documents
or we'll grab his daughter.

Clear?

I've looked up the jobs of those 66.
Here.

Odilon Roose,
Major General with Defence.

Antoine Ostmeyer,
advisor to the Royal Palace.

Pierre Laridon, Minister of the
Interior... What's the matter?

I... I'm afraid
you can't stay here, Paul.

Why?
- The Prior would rather you left.

We've had a call about
your Opel Corsa that's here.

It's been reported stolen.
I think they're watching the monastery.

I understand.

I'm glad you do.
- How do I leave without being seen?

I've thought about that.
I have to go shopping tomorrow,

in a van. If you hide in the back
no one will see you.

Tomorrow morning at eight.
I'll wait for you. OK?

OK.

FRIDAY 8 A.M.

Good morning.
- Good morning. Sleep well?

Shouldn't I get in the back?
- Not yet.

I have to go to a nearby farm first.
There's plenty of time.

Brother Carl, can you
come here a moment?

I don't believe this.
He's there again, wanting something.

Yeah...

Oh dear.
- What did he want?

I have to get him two packets of
cigarettes and ten bars of chocolate.

You've got the Jonkhere documents
with you, haven't you? OK.

Let's go.

Take the next right.
- No, no, it's straight ahead.

Go right, Carl.
- I can't do that, Paul.

Turn bloody right.
- It's for your own good.

I said stop, dammit! Stop!

Bloody hell.
I can't see them any more.

Where are they?
- Get in and give yourself up.

Where are they, goddammit?

A kilometre down the road.

NEXTWEEK

Who wants to destroy Salamander?

I've hushed three deaths up for you.
- It was time you did something.

I'm not interested in that. Who's
behind it? That's what I want to know.

Stay there. Stay there.

Meanwhile your safe and my safe
at Jonkhere are empty.

It's alright. It doesn't matter.

I will go down fighting. Hard.

We've bloody lost him for good.

I paid 300,000 euros on Monday.
- Yes. I'm just back from Switzerland.

Who's received his message?

I won't be home till late.

You're one of the 66.
Your turn may still come.