Kidnapping Mr. Heineken Page #4
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- Year:
- 2015
- 95 min
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What can I
get for you?
Ah!
Wake up.
F*** you, man.
Did they run
the notice?
Not yet.
Come on, man,
this was only supposed
to take five days.
What if he is sick?
We gotta kidnap
a f***ing doctor?
Is he sick?
No.
Don't get
too personal.
Or he'll get
inside your head.
[bar chatter]
Look, leather jacket,
Popeye.
Cops?
[soft whistle]
(Cor)
Willem, even if
they are cops,
it doesn't mean anything.
You okay?
F***, I'm just
done waiting.
Yeah, I know.
I know.
Alright?
Me, too.
[sigh]
What are you
trying to do?
Huh?
Uh-huh.
Yeah.
Mm-hm.
If you tell
the Police where I am,
I could give you
half the ransom
and, uh,
a house
in Switzerland.
Lots of beautiful
Swiss girls,
blond, they're beautiful.
I'll...
I'll arrange it
as many as you like.
No?
You're not interested?
Are you gay
or something? Huh?
Any news
from the Police?
Oh.
[kiss]
[click]
(Cor)
It's been over
two weeks now.
(Willem)
The longer
they don't pay the money,
the more time they have
to figure out who did it.
You want to give up?
(Cat)
I do.
(Spikes)
You what?
[sigh]
I do, yeah.
Let's let him go.
Knock down the cells,
burn everything.
Okay, we don't get
the money,
but you know
what we do get?
Our lives back.
Oh, come on.
Come on, look,
they're just
messing with us.
That's all that is.
Cat, where you going?
Uh... Really?
Cat...
Wait!
We failed!
It's my f***ing shed.
I want him out of there.
Before it's too late.
Look, just listen!
Just listen.
Listen, listen, alright?
Look, it's all
just part of the game.
We're still
in control here.
You really want
to walk out...
on 35 million?
Huh?
What we got to do
is make the transaction.
Thirty-five million.
Someone has got
to relieve Brakes.
Alright.
I'm going home.
[door opens
and closes]
[dogs barking]
[distorted]
They didn't pay.
You've got to be
kidding me.
What do you mean
they didn't pay?
Last night
was the deadline.
We told them
that we would kill you
if they didn't pay.
And they didn't
f***ing pay!
So time's up!
Okay.
There must be
some confusion.
It's confusion,
that's it.
Damn, I'm their boss!
Nobody else.
Must be out
of their f***ing minds.
I'll fire them all!
Give me a pen
and paper.
Give me a pen
and paper now!
And you're all fired!
You as well.
Don't worry,
you'll get
your blood money.
You know you will.
You have my word
of honor.
Okay? Okay?!
You f***ing morons!
Yeah.
What's his problem?
What?
(Cor)
Now you
listen to me.
Tell me you'll sign...
Ooh.
Can we also have
your word of honor
right now, in writing,
that when you're free,
you won't help the police
in any way?
My word of honor?
Yeah.
Yeah. That's the way
the game is played.
You've got
my word.
It's time to end
it now, okay?
(Ab)
Hello?
W... why is the door open?
Hello?
(Heineken)
Ab, is that you?
Boss?
Yeah.
Boss, are
you alright?
Yeah, I'm sort
of okay.
Tired of this crap.
Oh, God.
Um...
Are you okay?
Have they left you alone
I don't know,
I... l... l...
How long have we
been in here now?
A month?
I don't know,
I've lost track.
I'm a little confused,
it feels longer.
Now, now,
I'll tell you now.
It comes to...
[counting]
Oh, almost
three weeks.
Yeah.
Why the hell
are you here?
You've got no money
to offer these jokers.
(Ab, over speaker)
Well, if...
if your people
don't pay,
then, uh, then these
guys need to prove
that they're not
fooling around and...
well, it can't be
your head...
they'll send
to the police
in a box.
(Heineken)
Don't worry, Ab.
We'll...
pay whatever
it takes.
If it's
a hundred million,
we'll pay.
(Cor)
I want to get out of this
as much as you guys.
But we have to let
them sweat it out
another week.
Let them believe
that their screw-up
killed Heineken.
You remind me again
why we grabbed
the driver.
Why?
What's your point?
A question
the police
are asking.
Is, uh... are these guys
the real deal?
Or are they just
a bunch of pussies?
And if the answer is
they're a bunch
of pussies,
they're going to string
this out forever.
So what are you
trying to say?
Well, we said
if they don't pay,
then there'll be blood.
You wrote that
in the letter.
This is business.
It's nothing personal.
And they didn't
f***ing pay.
I agree.
(Cor)
Oh, really?
Yeah.
Yeah?
Yeah?
You agree?
Yeah.
With him?
Alright, good.
Big man,
alright then,
slice his f***ing throat.
I'll do it.
(Cat)
Willem...
Hey. Hey. Hey.
You're acting
like a scared
little boy.
Hey, you
f***ing do it!
[angry shouts]
F***!
I didn't sign
up for this!
Cor, if he
does anything...
anything!
If he does
anything in there,
it's f***ing
on you.
Do something!
F***.
Man!
Use your head!
Oh, f***.
[gasping]
[whimpering]
Oh, f***.
[door locks]
[gasping]
You alright?
Stop what you're doing.
What are you doing?
What are
you doing?
What are you doing?
Come here.
Come on.
Come on.
Is he alright?
Yeah, no,
he's okay.
He's fine.
We all just need
to go home,
take a breather,
get drunk, get laid,
whatever you got to do.
But we
just got to stick
to the routine
and we'll see each other
in a few days.
Alright.
Let's go.
(man over radio)
...in a case that has riveted
the nation and much of Europe,
the kidnapping
of billionaire
Alfred Heineken
has entered
its 19th day.
With no substantial leads
and no end in sight,
a massive manhunt involving
local and federal law
enforcement continues.
[door closes]
(Cor)
Oh, hey.
Where've you been?
You were supposed
to be at birth class.
What?
No, S...
F***.
No, no, no.
Sonja!
Listen, I'm sorry.
Listen, I'll make
it up to you!
Alright?
I'll make it up to you.
Sonja...
[sigh]
Have they paid?
Am I to be set free?
Did you give them
my message?
You know,
they have
one more chance.
If they screw it
up this time...
And they know
I've given you
my word
so they will pay, so...
how are you planning
to set us free?
I will put
the both of you in a car
and, uh,
leave it somewhere.
Call your people.
Oh, good.
Listen, if your people
don't pay soon,
then I can't answer
for my people.
I'll tell you what.
If you put us
in that car
right now, I'll, uh...
see to it that you get
what you want and...
I'll make sure
you're free to spend it.
That's a promise
and I have the power
to do that.
You know?
Of course.
You're a young man
and I must confess,
I do envy you.
There's no way
you could have
done this without...
[deep sigh]
No way you could have
done it without those
men in your life
that you trust
with your life.
Friends.
So congratulations,
well done, and uh...
soon you'll get
your money
and then you will be...
very, very rich.
But, um...
But what?
No, what I meant
to say, my friend,
is that, uh...
there are two ways
a man can be rich
in this world.
He can have
a lot of money
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