Salamander (2012) s01e01 Episode Script

SUNDAY 7:30 A.
M.
Alex? All's quiet.
Come on in.
- OK, thanks.
OK, you know the order.
Stay focussed.
Right.
We've got 100 minutes from now.
Stop, stop.
OK, go.
Headlamps off.
81 minutes left.
Ready.
- Ready.
Ready.
We said no stocks and bonds.
Just cash and jewellery.
Fuck! We can't leave all this loot! - You're done.
Move.
31 minutes left.
Get the syringe with novocaine.
Come on.
Get him out of here.
Let's go.
We've got six minutes left.
Come on.
Move it! Fuckin' hell, we did it! EEN AND SKYLINE ENTERTAINMEN PRESEN WITH THE SUPPORT OF THE FLANDERS AUDIOVISUAL FUND / MEDIA FUND No, there's too much.
I'm sorry.
I can't take everything, it's out of the question.
So make me an offer.
- Make you an offer? OK.
I'll I'll just take the diamonds.
And the necklaces.
And I suggest you smelt the gold and come back and see me in December.
You only want cash.
I can't have any for you before then.
How much? 600,000 euro.
In cash.
That's all I can give you at the moment.
That's 24 million old Belgian francs.
I think it's a fair offer.
Given the circumstances.
OK, I accept.
OK.
Was there something else? No.
No, no.
Take it.
I I just thought that maybe you could I thought about that too.
No one would know.
MONDAY 8:00 A.
M.
Morning, Sylvia.
- Good morning, Mr Robijns.
Good weekend? I was stuck in traffic for an hour, make my coffee extra strong.
Your mail, Mr Robijns.
- I'll just turn the alarm off first.
Fuck! Christ! Oh, fuck! Jesus Christ! The stocks and bonds are still there.
- Yes.
I can see that too.
How many safes have been opened? - 66.
Bloody hell! I was afraid of that.
Shit! It would have to be the 66 sensitive safes.
Mr Jonkhere shouldn't we call the police? Let me think.
Did Sylvia notice anything? - No.
Did you tell her anything? - No.
Send her home.
What? Sylvia is the first person the police will want to question.
There won't be any police.
D'you think this is a coincidence? All that work.
Just for those 66 safes.
No one else is coming in here today.
Think of an excuse.
The computer's crashed, for example.
By this evening I want a list of all personnel who know the identity of the safes' owners.
There's a traitor in our midst.
A spy.
There has to be.
Bye, Mr Robijns.
- See you tomorrow, Sylvia.
Can you put the bins out, sweetheart? And the shopping list is on the fridge.
Don't spoil my day off.
- Come on, I have to go to work.
I worked 32 hours this weekend.
- I know, darling.
When you work, you work.
But my job is just a hobby, eh? There goes your day off.
- Oh, come on.
Answer it.
The phone.
Go on.
Gerardi speaking.
Who? I've got the day off and I'm still in bed.
I don't care.
Are you deaf? Bye.
Who was that? - The commissioner.
You're joking! Who was that, sweetheart? - An informer who can't be trusted.
Just a quickie.
Quickly.
- Thanks for shutting the door! You're jealous.
Stop it.
- Come on.
A quickie.
I've got something for you, darling.
Something worth having.
I know you've got something worth having.
See you this evening, darling.
Spoil sport.
What's the situation now? Sylvia has gone home.
Now what? I'll call my contact at the Public Prosecutor's office.
He'll cover us.
Why? We're the victims.
We aren't victims.
Nothing's happened here.
D'you hear me, Robijns? We don't know anything about a break-in.
And I'm counting on your cooperation.
What was your bonus last year? We're going to make a list of all the things left behind.
Then we're going to phone all the owners of the cracked safes.
We'll advise them not to report it.
Most won't want to anyway.
If anyone won't cooperate, apply a bit of pressure.
And God forbid that anyone lets us down.
Come on.
Let's get started.
I'd like to speak to Principal Private Secretary Lafineur.
This is his bank.
And it's personal.
Sonja, there's no answer on the direct line.
Give me the Managing Director.
Senator, this is Robijns from Jonkhere Bank.
I'm calling about the following.
Yeah, yeah.
Call the chairman out of his meeting.
Tell him it's urgent.
This is Jonkhere.
And that it's personal.
Mr Jonkhere, I hope you have a good reason for disturbing me.
What? My stocks and bonds? And the rest has disappeared? Listen, Jonkhere.
I'm warning you.
What affects me, affects the Royal Family too.
I don't want the police involved.
D'you hear me? Do not call the police.
No, no, no.
No investigation.
I can't afford that.
It's far too delicate.
No.
No.
Of course I'm not going to report it.
D'you think I'm stupid? Still no one who's going to report it.
Let's hope it stays that way.
What about the mess in the cellar? All those broken safes.
I know some specialists who'll work through the night.
Not exactly a bunch of mummy's boys but Can they be trusted? - Trusted You need to be in control.
Let's just say I know too much about them.
They won't say a word.
WASHING-UP LIQUID, TOILET PAPER, POTATOES, BREAD Isn't calling me 6 times a bit over the top? I hear nothing from you for a year and suddenly it's urgent.
Call someone else.
Hold on, hold on.
Listen.
Seriously, Paul.
I swear, it's something really big So tell me on the phone.
Then maybe I'll arrange to meet.
A bank robbery.
At the weekend.
Something huge.
I got it first hand.
I know I've often fucked up, Paul.
But not this time.
Honestly not.
OK.
But come, eh? Right.
Hello.
- Hello.
Sorry I'm a bit late.
You didn't have to wait too long? - No, no, it was fine.
The plane tickets have arrived.
The first one'll be in the air by Wednesday.
There.
One, two, three, four, five.
100,000 euros each.
And there will be more in December.
Plus 50,000 euro extra for the job and 5,000 Swiss francs.
That's a bonus.
That's in there too.
For? For an extra little job today.
A security matter.
Has someone shot their mouth off? Well, I don't trust the two alarm system informers.
I reckon they're too unstable to keep quiet.
So I'd rather not take the risk.
Is everyone still in Brussels? FEDERAL CID Well? - Nothing from a bank.
And the daily reports? - Who told you about it? André Strubbe.
- Strubbe.
Then we're wasting our time.
André Strubbe was scrapped from the list of informers a year ago.
He sounded different this time, Martin.
- You sounded different last time too.
Remember? When you sent the helicopter up.
4,000 euros, gone.
We can send an email to all the banks here in Brussels.
That's easy enough to do.
Just ask if anything unusual happened this weekend.
One click and every bank replies.
Do me that for me.
Are you serious? No.
Of course.
You can call in tomorrow for a new secret code.
Thank you.
Shit.
An email from the Federal CID in Brussels.
The Federal CID is investigating a possible incident at your bank over the weekend.
We can answer yes or no.
- They're making it easy for us.
No.
And send.
Do you think they suspect something? How am I supposed to know? It looks like it, doesn't it? I'd better phone my contact at the Public Prosecutor's office.
I'd like you to wait outside.
PUBLIC PROSECUTOR Armand, it's Raymond.
No, not so good.
We've got a serious problem.
We had a break-in over the weekend.
What? Say that again.
How many? Was my safe opened? - Yes, of course.
What did you expect? What do you mean, who else? Everyone.
I've got the list here.
Minister Laridon, Senator Rasenberg, Ostmeyer from the Royal Palace, Berkovitch from the union, General Roose, Vrelust from the National Are there any witnesses? Not among the staff either? Did the alarm go off? You didn't tell the police, did you? - Of course not.
That's why I'm calling.
Listen carefully.
I don't want an investigation.
Block any files.
It's in your own interests too.
What if everything taken out of the safes becomes public knowledge? I'm responsible.
And I'm not avoiding my responsibility.
Those 66 are in charge of running half of Belgium.
Yes, OK.
I'll find out.
Yes.
I'll let you know.
Anything I can do for you, sir? No, no, no.
That's very kind of you, Yolande, thanks.
OK.
Commissioner Colla? Persigal speaking.
Well? Nothing.
- Nothing.
See you later.
No, that's a one-way street.
Go the other way.
That's it.
Pick me up at half past four.
OK? Fine.
André, André, André, what am I doing here? I'm certain.
It was for this weekend.
Paul, I wouldn't risk everything if I weren't Bloody hell, I need another beer.
Willy? Which bank was it then? And who told you? - Come on.
You're in no position to make demands, are you? There you go.
- Thanks, Willy.
How much if I talk? You're no longer a registered informer so I can't pay you.
But maybe a reward, a small percent from the insurance company? Maybe.
- OK, OK.
Have you ever heard of Urbain Scholiers? No.
- He usually sits were you're sitting.
When he's had a drink he calls himself an electronics engineer.
He's had no formal training but it doesn't matter.
The guy's an electronics genius.
He worked for a security and alarm systems firm for 33 years.
Mainly for banks.
For banks.
And then? - The firm fired him.
Just before he was due to retire.
He stole some batteries.
They caught him at the gate.
He was sacked on the spot.
His wife has heart problems.
He couldn't pay the bills.
He comes here for the company and tells everyone he's an alarm system specialist and that they took advantage of him.
That the little man no longer counts, etc.
Six months later and he'd have had a full pension.
Did he install those alarm systems in the banks himself? Who approached him? Someone must've approached him here.
He suddenly had money.
Loads of it.
Cash.
- Why did you only call me now? Because that was only half the money.
He'd get the rest after this weekend.
This weekend? - He knows everything about banks.
He knows of old-fashioned private banks where he just walks in and out.
He sits here telling anyone who'll listen.
D'you get it now? How much did he get? - Far too much.
All that money scared him.
He kept it in a biscuit tin.
Can you imagine? His name is Urbain Scholiers.
His address? Where does he live? What does he look like? Can you describe him? Who's there? - Mrs Scholiers, is Urbain home? No, he's just popped out.
My name's Paul Gerardi.
I used to work with Urbain.
I was in the neighbourhood and thought I'd drop in.
Just a moment.
- OK, thanks.
Hello.
- Come in.
Come in.
Thank you.
Will he be gone long? - No, he went on his bike.
What about this? It can't be easy now.
It wasn't before either.
Is he coping OK? Suddenly being kicked out like that Of course not.
You earn an honest living for 33 years.
And then do something stupid.
Ten little batteries.
Do any other friends come round? - You're the first.
Really? - And he had so many friends.
So-called friends.
- I suppose he goes out a lot? His hobby is here at home.
At least, it was to start with.
For weeks he worked on a remote control for a handicapped kid.
A colleague's.
I think.
Hey, there he is.
I can't blame him.
Life hasn't always been easy for him with me.
I suppose he told you about my heart problems, eh? Call an ambulance! Say that again.
- A hit-and-run accident.
Are you serious, Martin? That was out-and-out murder.
There are two witnesses.
And all they saw was an accident.
A hit-and-run accident but an accident nevertheless.
What about André Strubbe's tip, that a bank had problems? It's about that.
Urbain Scholiers, the guy who was murdered.
Killed in an accident.
- Please.
Martin, come on.
Urbain Scholiers is a bank alarm specialist.
He suddenly has money.
I arrive and he's killed.
Use your brain! Bloody hell! Take it easy, pal.
I want facts and you can't give me any.
Plus, you were indoors.
But I saw it happen.
- Were you indoors or not? Listen.
I'll tell you what we'll do.
And this is as far as I'm prepared to go.
Write a report.
Starting from when that idiot Strubbe calls you with the tip.
And I want to read everything.
Everything you know, suspect, details about the bank and everything.
And we'll talk about it tomorrow.
OK? COMMISSIONER MARTIN COLLA Public Prosecutor, we've got a problem.
You asked me to tell you if there was any information about a bank over the weekend.
Well, the following has happened.
- Chief Inspector Gerardi? Why could the man be a problem? Put him on a different case.
There are enough.
With all due respect, Paul Gerardi is one of my best detectives.
He's not someone who lets himself just be sidelined.
On the contrary.
The more resistance he encounters, the more he digs his heels in.
He's that kind of guy.
Yes, I'm listening.
Alright.
Goodnight.
- Bye, Trikke.
We'll discuss it first thing in the morning.
See you tomorrow.
Regards to Sarah.
- Yeah.
Commissioner.
- Ah, Eric.
Deliver it personally.
Goodnight.
Yolande? - Yes, Mr Persigal? Make me an appointment with the Minister of Justice.
What about? - It's confidential.
OK.
Paul? André? Hello? André? NEXTWEEK Chief Inspector Gerardi, we are not allowed to give you any information.
Dad? Call me, eh? - Of course.
Bye.
You can't be from the police.
Where is he? Make sure every policeman in the city is looking for him.
Report him as possibly being involved in the suicide.
That'll speed things up.
Son of a bitch.
Stay where you are.
I'll come to you.
I'm not going to keep covering it all up.
We've already covered up two deaths.
- Three.
Take it easy.
- Move back.
Paul Gerardi is in your bank.
Who is this Gerardi?