All language subtitles for Salamander S01E11

You would take us to Gerardi.
And you've come to do it now.

What's the idea?
- If I resign,

I'm no longer sworn to secrecy.

Then I'm free to talk about the
disastrous situation our country is in

thanks to people like you,
Jonkhere and Salamander.

I want to make an example of someone.

If Persigal turns against us and
goes unpunished, others will follow.

Now we at least know that if something
did start, it was during the war.

24 April 1944, in the Resistance.

Typical end to my career.
Exiting via the back door.

Take care, Paul.

First they were killed,

then they were undressed and
placed on the bed like that.

The whole scene was faked.

We're here.
- The Council?

Accepted as a candidate.

Would you like to
hand the presents out, Raymond?

Here you are.

No.

Well, I've just had
Nicola and Sofie on the phone.

Yes. Apparently our daughters
are becoming friends.

Paul, may I introduce you to my father?

Gil Wolfs. Pleased to meet you.
- Pleased to meet you.

May we leave the table, Mum?
- Yes, alright.

Paul?
- No, no, thank you.

I was wondering...
- Yes, please.

...what the work of an insurance
inspector like yourself mainly involves?

I can't really imagine what you do.

We mainly deal with respectable
citizens rather than criminals.

For example, imagine a couple
has an argument at home

and a very expensive painting
is damaged,

nine times out of ten
the child is blamed.

He has to lie so they can claim
via their Family Insurance.

Oh. Right.

Yeah. Man... is a greedy creature, eh?

Which company do you work for?

I'm self-employed,
so I work for anyone who asks.

And before that? What did you do then?
- Before that I...

Stop interrogating him, Dad.
- Sorry.

Sorry, but what would you do if
your daughter brought a stranger home?

Of course.

By the way, your Sofie has spirit.
You can see that.

Thank you.

May I thank you both
for your hospitality?

It was absolutely delicious but
I really do have to go home now...

Now?
- Yes.

It's far too late to drive home.
Stay here the night.

Let him decide for himself, darling.

But he shouldn't drive home now, Dad,
should he?

Anyway, Sofie would love it,
wouldn't she?

You can see how much say
I have in this house, Paul.

But you're welcome to stay.

Would you excuse me a moment?

I want you to check someone out for me.

Write it down. First name Paul.

Surname Vander, in one word.
New word, Velde.

Drives a dark grey Mercedes, C Class.
Number plate 1 A...

Insurance investigator. Hmmm.
And self-employed.

That's not much to go on.

Maybe this will help.

His wife was called Sarah and recently
died in an accident in Grimbergen.

As quick as you can. Call me
as soon as you know something.

31 MARCH 1952

Don't do it, darling.
- I have to.

SENTENCE
COURT MARTIAL

Hey, pal.

Are you that collaborator's kid?

Stand up when someone talks to you.

What's your name?
- Six hundred and...

Gil.
- Gil.

Run away from the orphanage.
No family?

How old are you, Gil?
- Fourteen.

Are you looking for work?

Open your mouth.

Right.

I'm not paying you
but you'll get board and lodgings

and Sundays you can do what you like.

OK?

And if you misbehave
I'll hand you over to the police.

Do we understand each other?

I'll keep this for a while. Alright?

Malva.

Goddammit!

Sir?
- Go away.

One of the men told me you're trying
to make a waterproof tarpaulin

instead of using rubber.
- Did they?

Yes. Maybe I can help you.
- Maybe you can help me

by quietly shutting the door
and getting lost.

If I've got the right chemistry books,
then...

Chemistry?

Look, I work here and you work there.

OK?

Those are the books you asked for.

EMILE JONKHERE, HARRY DEWULF
APRIL '44

Paul?

Sorry. I couldn't sleep.
- Neither could I.

Don't. Don't.
- Sorry.

Shall we just go and sit downstairs?

Eh?
- Yes.

Was it an accident?

Yes. A spark from a short circuit
when the car was started

ignited the petrol supply.

I came to live here after the funeral

because I couldn't do a thing with
Nicola after my husband died.

But I don't know if I should stay.

Why not?

Well, my father...

Nothing.

Has it got something to do with me?
- No, no. No, that's not it.

He sold his factory two years ago

and he's changed a lot since then.
Yeah...

He's retired,
he can do what he likes

but I've never seen him so stressed.

I just don't know
what's the matter with him.

And I don't know what to do.
Stay here or move out.

But then I'd leave him here on his own.

I'm sure it will all sort itself out.
You're a strong woman, aren't you?

A strong woman. Yes.
I'm fed up with being strong.

Tell me something about yourself.

What are you thinking about?

I'm glad Sofie has plenty to
take her mind off things here.

Good morning.
- Good morning.

Good morning.

Dad.
- Yes?

I think I'm falling in love.

Hello, Alain, go ahead.

No, tell me. Hold on.

A false name.
What's his real name?

Gerardi. Yes. Address?

Chief Inspector of what?

No, I'll check the number plate myself.
Is that everything?

Yes. OK.

Bloody hell! Bloody hell!

Bloody hell!

Nicola, be careful on that.
- I've been driving it for a year, Mum!

Yes, alright. She isn't driving
too fast for you, Sofie?

No, it's brilliant.
- Have fun, girls. See you later.

See you later.

You needn't worry, Mr Wolfs. The last
thing I want to do is hurt Patricia.

I swear.
- I hope so.

You're better off trampling barefoot
on a scorpion than on my heart.

But anyway, look, I started here,

in a weaving mill in Batimont in '57.

I had no one except my wife,

Malva.

And I was a war orphan.
- Oh, right.

My father never returned from a
Resistance operation. That's all I know.

And that's your father?
- Yes.

You look like him.

Who are those men?
- I don't know.

I'm not really interested in the war.
War brings out the worst in people.

Anyway, I was the first person to
weave his technical fabric himself,

then coat it, cut it to shape and
dye it. The entire production process.

And it grew and grew and grew.

Not bad for an orphan, eh?
- That's incredible. Fantastic.

When I stopped two years ago
I employed 560 people.

I sold everything.
In one go, to a French group.

Why?

Why not?

Those two girls get on
really well together, eh?

Nicola is back to her old self.

No, it all just came out.
I didn't ask him anything.

Really?
- Yes.

It's amazing he told you all that.
Come on.

We never talk about the war
or the factory here at home.

I suppose he needed to tell someone, eh?

Yes. He must really like you.

Did he tell you why he sold it all?

No, not really. How much
do you think he got for it?

You really are nosey, eh?
- Yes.

But it's strange that someone sells
a successful factory just like that...

250 million. Euros.
- Wow!

What do you do with so much money?
- My father isn't interested in money.

He's got his financial adviser for that.
Well, that's what he says.

What do you mean by that?
- He's a strange guy.

When he comes here
my father is very stressed.

They shut themselves in his office
for a few hours

and when this adviser has gone there's
a strange atmosphere in the house.

I don't know.
I just don't trust that Klaus.

He doesn't really look like a...
- Klaus?

Is that this financial adviser's name?
- Yes.

Are you sure?
- Yes. Why?

What's the matter?
- Nothing.

You will stay till tomorrow, eh?
- Another day?

You really are priceless.

OK. I'm going shopping with the girls.
What are you going to do?

There are a couple of things
I need to do.

Martin.

No, no, it's good to hear from you.
Go on, tell me.

Yes.

No, I'll write it down.

Klaus's real name is Christian Devos.

He was born on 3 March 1965.
- Christian Devos. C H?

He's from Jette. In '87 he was
a lieutenant in the First Battalion

of the Parachute Regiment in Diest.
A soldier.

Two years later, in '89,
he suddenly disappeared without trace.

But in '91 he resurfaced as
a captain in the Foreign Legion.

Then he disappeared without trace again.
- I've made a note of that. Thanks.

OK. Bye.

I'm alone. Come on by.

Is he already on his computer?
- Calm down, calm down.

You can't cause a commotion here.
This is still a monastery.

We've got the man behind the bank
robbery and the one who did it.

Right, that's Harry Dewulf,
Gil Wolfs' father,

the man behind the robbery at Jonkhere
Bank. And this here is Emile Jonkhere,

the father of the present banker,
Raymond Jonkhere.

The two fathers in the photo together.
- Yes. It's from April '44.

Both in the Resistance.

The photo was taken just before
an operation called Salamander.

Wolfs says his father never returned
from an operation by their group.

So something happened
between the two of them in the war.

And their sons are still battling it
out. I think you're getting very close.

So who broke into those safes?

Christian Devos, a former officer
in the Foreign Legion.

War experience
throughout Africa.

There you have it.

Can you do anything with that?

It's not much, is it?
- Hey, don't be cheeky.

Think of it as a challenge. You've done
loads of other things on your internet.

He's even been in the paper.
- Why?

He hacked into the National Bank's
computer last year, did our young monk.

That'll do. OK, OK.

You don't want anything?

You wanted information
on Paul Vander Velde?

There is your information.

Do you know him?

That's private.

Nothing here is private.
This is also my business.

I'm running a serious risk here.
His real name is Paul Gerardi.

Until a few weeks ago he was
a Chief Inspector with Brussels Police.

Then he was officially suspended.
But he's still driving round

with a government number plate
issued by the Ministry of Justice.

So there's a big chance
the guy is armed.

And he's after you.

Oh yeah. And me too.

I'm going to leave it at that.
For the time being anyway.

Has this Gerardi already been here?

Where is he now?

You can't fool me, pal.
That girl out there is his daughter.

And if she comes here,
then so does he.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Hold on. Of course,
your daughter is in love with Gerardi.

That's why I had to check him out.

They met by chance.
- That man does nothing by chance.

He chats your daughter up to get to you
and you're too sentimental to see it.

You've become spineless.
- Hold on, hold on.

We can sort this out.

There's only one way to sort this out.

No, no, no.
There have been enough murders. No.

What do I do with her?

Our contract ends here. Gerardi is
my problem. I'll sort it out myself.

Bring me the envelopes
you've got left tomorrow

and I'll send them myself. No one
knows you, you're not in any danger.

Agreed?

Was that that Klaus?
What's going on, Dad?

Phhh... He's always been strange.
I told him so too, but...

But what? That's not normal behaviour.
- There's nothing to worry about.

Where's Paul?

I don't know.
- Is he coming back?

He called to say he had to
see some clients this evening.

And you believe that?
- Yes. Why?

Dad, please. What's going on?

Sit down. I've got a lot to tell you.

About Paul?

Among other things.

That's all. No idea where or when
the photo was taken.

I can't find anything else on him.

We need to go to the chapel.
And then we're on kitchen duty.

We can carry on working on it
this evening.

Why not?
- You can stay here.

Is Sofie safe at the Wolfs'?
- Yes. His daughter's looking after her.

Right then. Come on.

What's the time?

Half past one.

Oh, shit.

Right. And?

What Wolfs told you is true.

Harry Dewulf didn't return

from an operation by Jonkhere's
Resistance group in April 1944.

But I've just found something else.
Look at this.

I don't know who wrote this,
but it seems to be a summary

of a secret session of Brussels'
military court after the war.

Held behind closed doors
and about Harry Dewulf.

No one was allowed to be there.
It was a state secret.

Only the sentence was
read out in public.

What was his sentence?

He was sentenced to be shot.
In his absence.

What for?

It says he ran off with diamonds and
money belonging to the Resistance.

Dropped from a plane on 24 April 1944.

Worth millions.
- Bloody hell. So that's Salamander.

Was the sentence ever carried out?
- No.

No one ever saw him again.

He ran off with all the money,
it was the perfect crime.

FRIDAY 8 A.M.

Jonkhere speaking. Yes.

It's here in front of me.

The envelope contains
the contents of safe 456 from your bank

in the name of Mark Nielandt,
the Minister of State.

There are also some photos of him
taken at The Opaz Club

in Knokke on 12 March 2001.

Now listen carefully, Mr Jonkhere.

I'm the one who broke into
those 66 safes at your bank.

I'm prepared to give you
the person behind this.

What do you want in return?

Money.

How much?

What?

And I want to meet to discuss this
as soon as possible.

Patricia?

Sofie?

Sweetie?

Patricia?

No sudden movements.

Hold your arms out. Slowly.

Where's Sofie?
If anything has happened to...

NEXTWEEK

You'll only get the rest of the money
when this Wolfs has been eliminated.

Together with a policeman. Paul Gerardi.
Kill them both

or I will come after you.