Kidnapping Mr. Heineken Page #3

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we do it now.

(Cat)

Here we go.

Alright, let's go.

Let's go.

(Cor)

Now remember,

if we need to speak,

then we only speak

in German.

(Spikes, speaking in German)

[door opens]

(Heineken)

Lovely evening.

We'll be in touch.

(Heineken)

Alright.

Huh? Hands off.

What are you doing?

[spraying]

[woman screams]

[much shouting]

Who are you?

[shouting]

Let me go!

Let me go!

[shouting]

Dumb sh*t!

Get into the f***ing van!

[shouting]

What?

[whistle]

[gun cocking]

[Heineken shouting]

[police siren]

(Heineken)

Alright, alright, alright.

(Doderer)

Ahhh!

[handcuffs clicking]

Ahhh.

Okay.

Ohhh!

Alright, okay, okay, okay.

Alright, let me have

all their clothes.

Come on.

That's nice.

I'll get the barrel.

Hey, can we talk now?

I told you to speak

in German!

Your man

didn't fight

like mine.

Shhh.

Enough!

(Cor)

Alright, listen.

Did anybody

leave their fingerprints

on this ransom note?

Huh? I'll ask again.

Did anybody touch this

with their bare hands?

I may have.

Oh, f***.

Alright. ls there

anybody next door?

They should have

left by now.

Come with me.

Come on.

Let's start.

Willem, where do I start?

Here.

[Cat, whispering]

The copier is there.

Let's go,

let's go.

It's okay.

We got a new one.

You got his watch?

Alright.

Now remember,

once you're done

with that,

you make out

like it's any

other night.

Mm-hm.

We'll be

at the bar.

I'll be there.

It's our alibi.

Hey, kid.

You good?

Yeah?

You sure?

Alright, good.

(Cat)

Just don't think

about it

being a police

station, alright?

Ever think you'd deliver

an invoice for 35 million?

Are they really

going to pay

all that?

They have to.

Can't we just mail it?

Come on.

Take a breath.

Breathe.

Go.

[inhales]

[exhales]

[door closes]

[light chatter]

It's not exactly

my favorite

neighborhood either.

[car engine starts]

[bar music playing]

Package is

delivered, boys.

You good?

We're heading home.

Cat, Cat, Cat.

Stay for one minute.

Come on,

stay for one.

Yeah, one drink,

one drink.

You alright?

Do it.

Ring the bell!

Ring it!

[bell ringing]

[whole bar cheers

and claps]

[shouting]

[door opens]

You guys do it up

right last night?

Well, you know me.

We made sure

we were seen

and we kept

it respectable.

Good.

You?

Oh, it was riveting.

I fell asleep

watching cartoons

with the kids.

Yeah.

Well?

How are they?

Heineken's fine.

Pissed off.

The driver

is not too good.

[shout]

[whimpering]

[breathing rapidly]

[distorted]

Now you

listen to me.

You are in

no danger here.

Anhh.

As long

as the money is paid,

you will be released.

Anhh.

Do you understand?

[groan]

Hey, guys.

Check it out.

[sigh]

[inhales deep]

[sigh]

[chain clinking]

Do you have

a name?

No name.

Is it ransom

or money?

Are you the boss?

Okay, you're the boss.

So, I have

a few requests.

I'd like

a bathrobe, slippers,

a shaving kit,

comb, mirror,

um, reading glasses,

a decent

f***ing chair...

and, um, what else?

Oh, yes, and if it's

not too much trouble,

a telephone.

You have

no name, huh?

You're part

of an organization?

You're Baader Meinhof?

Red Brigade?

IRA?

Symbionese Army?

(Cat)

Hey, Cor.

(Cor)

What?

Look at this.

What?

Oh, f***.

You're going

to love it.

Oh, nice.

Mm-hm.

Nice, nice.

Says five guys involved.

How many have you?

This one says three.

(Cor)

Yeah, listen to this.

"An unknown number

of most certainly dangerous

and experienced criminals."

Let me see,

let me see.

It's perfect.

(man on TV)

More about this

morning's top story...

Alfred Heineken,

the billionaire

of brewing,

was kidnapped by a group

of heavily armed

men yesterday...

I know

who did it.

...corporate in Amsterdam,

Police have

now confirmed

that they...

Who?

Bud.

Weiser.

Bud Weiser.

Yeah?

One way to beat

the competition, huh?

Funny guy, huh?

Police would not disclose

the size of the ransom

demanded

but it is assumed

to be significant.

What?

The ransom note.

What?

The ransom note.

What do you mean?

Did we leave it?

In the copier?

No, no.

...chased, until

he was threatened

by the kidnappers

with a machine gun.

Wait, did we...?

(Cor)

No, did we?

Oh, f***.

[door opens]

(Cat)

Hey, uh...

George.

George, yeah.

Remember me?

Yeah.

How's it going?

Same old, same old.

So everything's alright?

I guess.

Do you mind

if we make

a quick copy?

Go ahead.

Thank you.

Thank you.

[chatter and chuckling]

[murmuring]

[woman singing

in German

over speakers]

Thank you.

Thank you

for that, too.

I assume you, uh,

sent a note about

the ransom.

Did they reply?

Well, they will.

[opens door]

In the meantime,

this music,

it's beautiful and laden

with tragic disillusion

but, uh, the same tape

over and over again,

all day long,

please, I know

I am your prisoner

but there's no need

to torture me,

my friend.

Some Johann Sebastian Bach

would be quite soothing.

Or, well...

Franz F***ing

Schubert, anything.

Silence, preferably.

Also, some books

would pass the time

and as much as I

adore ham sandwiches,

my friend,

Chinese food is

quite easy to get,

and it's cheap too,

and, uh, I know,

something like, um,

yeah, Bang Bang chicken.

With some

extra chili sauce,

how about that? Okay?

(Cor)

Happy birthday.

Cheers.

[cheerful chatter]

(man)

You'll be looking for

a regular paycheck now, hey.

(Ma)

Ah, finally.

I can serve

the cake now.

Hi, honey.

(man)

No more

fooling around, huh?

My son Mark,

he drives a tram.

(Cor)

Yeah, I know Mark.

Yeah, he's got

good hours.

Most importantly,

he's got a good pension.

Uh-huh.

You'd have to take

the training first.

Really? They train?

I could have

a word with him...

Yeah, could you?

[chuckling]

Always the same

stupid joke.

[chuckling]

(Dad)

From my daughter

as well, now?

Wonderful.

What a kind and

thoughtful gift,

thank you.

Pa, it was a joke.

Cannot you at least

wait till they let

Mr. Heineken go, huh?

(Dad)

if they ever do

let him go.

(Ma)

Don't start

on this again.

If I get

those filthy bastards,

I will kill them.

We know.

We know.

Kill them!

Willem, please,

it's Pa's birthday.

Come on.

(Spikes, off)

Cat?

How long do you reckon it'll

take Heineken's people

to pay the ransom?

Cat. How long

do you reckon it'll...?

No more questions.

Because I

don't have

the answers.

[man singing

on speaker]

Help pick up

the pieces

[door opens]

Of a broken heart

Hey.

Aw, thanks.

Hey, and thanks

for the new music.

It's very whimsical,

very droll. Yeah.

Got books!

Good.

Alright.

Any luck

with the Bang Bang?

Huh?

No?

(man)

Some guys like

Bang Bang chili all the time.

But you like

sweet sour.

Ever since five years.

Sweet sour pork,

sweet sour prawn,

sweet sour beef.

You're a sweet sour guy.

So it's

Chinese, right?

Now me

is a chili guy.

Okay, okay.

You a goddamn

Bang Bang man.

[cash register rings]

Right.

See you tomorrow.

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