Kidnapping Mr. Heineken Page #6
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- 2015
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if we can hang
out in Timbuktu.
Take your f***ing money,
take it! Take it!
We were worth
a lot more than that.
I'll see you
on the outside.
What about you?
Coming with us?
Yeah, I'll come.
[siren wailing]
(Cat)
Sh*t.
Halt!
Can you hear me, Ab?
Wherever you are.
Ah. Come on, John.
Sing with me,
get your mind
off all this rubbish.
Any song,
what is it?
Toe bone's connected
to the foot bone
(Heineken, on machine)
Leg bone's connected
to the knee bone
Knee bone's connected
to the thigh bone
Thigh bone's connected
to the hip bone
Hip bone's connected
to the backbone
[door opening]
Are you the police?
What the hell
took you so long?
I'm alright.
Just my friend, Ab,
my chauffeur,
go and get him, please.
That's it,
go and get him!
Ab, it's over!
(Heineken)
He's in there!
Ab, you okay?
It's over!
It's over!
Are you okay, sir?
Jesus Christ,
it's over!
Oh, God!
[growling]
F***.
Ah.
Oh, thank you, God.
Ab, you...
Oh.
[weeping]
Thank you, God.
(man over radio)
Kidnapped billionaire,
Alfred Heineken,
has been rescued
in a police raid
earlier this evening.
Both Heineken
and his driver,
Ab Doderer,
were found in a shed
in the outskirts
of Amsterdam.
They were
apparently unharmed...
(Spikes)
I don't know.
Maybe it was
the ransom note
we left in the copier.
Or all that Bang
Bang chicken
or maybe...
Listen, I'm not
saying he did, but...
maybe Brakes
could have
said something...
Wait, wait, wait.
What did you say?
I'm not saying
Brakes did,
I'm just saying...
Yeah, no, no,
I hear what
you're saying.
Maybe you all thought
he was f***ing you,
did you think about that?
(radio)
...details of
the rescue...
Ah, f***.
These are horse blankets.
So?
So what?
I'm allergic.
I stop breathing.
You promise?
I'm sick
of you complaining!
[shouting]
(Cor)
Alright, just calm down!
[shouting continues]
What the f***?
[braking]
[shouting continues]
(Cor)
Just f***ing stop it!
Look, just stop it...!
[angry shouting]
(Willem)
Get out of my car!
(Cor)
Just take it easy!
Take it easy!
Hold it together!
Listen.
This f***ing car...!
[shouting]
Look, just
hold it together!
You want your money?
Take your money.
Calm the f*** down.
We haven't got time
for this sh*t!
You, get in the car.
No way.
Not me!
I'm out of here!
Spikes, get
in the f***ing car.
Let him go.
Spikes.
F*** him.
Come on.
Can't even
pick up his bag.
Spikes.
Spikes!
Come on, Cor.
Look, Spikes!
You're not going
to make two f***ing miles!
I'll make 10,000.
Come on, Cor.
Come with me.
What are you doing?
Let him
have the car.
You're not going
to make it without us.
Just get
in the car, alright?
You stay with that a**hole,
he'll get you killed.
Come on, Spikes!
Look, Spikes!
Oh, f*** it.
(officers speaking French)
[siren]
[siren wailing]
F***!
(speaking French
over TV)
[Willem speaking
in phone booth]
[laughing]
Okay, bye.
This evening.
She's going to meet
us this evening.
Are you sure
she's cool?
Oh, she's cool.
Listen, I think
I'm going to call Sonja.
You leave
my sister
out of this.
Look, I won't
be long.
Wait.
No, I'm serious.
You put her
in this sh*t
and they're going
to know where
we are.
I've got to make
sure she's all right.
Alright, fine.
Well, you
make the call...
I'm out of here.
Seriously,
you're on your own.
Alright.
Come on.
Let's go.
What's this place
like, anyway?
It's, uh,
it's nice.
But it's safe.
That's all
that matters.
[doorbell rings]
Forget about it.
Come back!
I'm coming.
Hi.
Hey.
I'm going
to make some coffee.
(Willem)
What's going on?
Front page.
Spikes turned
himself in.
"God told me
to burn the money."
Ha.
He's insane.
Or he's smart.
He's going to do
15 years at least.
Well, that's one way
to play it.
You think you could
play it like that?
No, God doesn't talk
to me that much.
Oh, yeah.
He looks
like an idiot.
[chuckles]
(interviewer)
Mr. Heineken, it's been
over two months
since you were released.
Looking back,
what was
your biggest fear?
(Heineken)
My biggest fear was
for my driver, Ab Doderer.
Because he
suffered most...
and we both knew who
was really expendable.
(reporter)
Did they ever threaten
to kill you?
I honestly believe
that they believed
it was
a business deal,
nothing more.
Where do you think
Cor Van Hout
and Willem Holleeder
are now?
It doesn't matter.
As the great fighter
Joe Louis used to say,
"You can run
but you cannot hide."
We'll get them.
Thank you.
Hm.
I'm going
to have to phone Sonja.
You can't do that.
[shouting]
I told you,
you can't do that.
[lively chatter between
Willem and girl]
(Cor)
What about that one? Huh?
That one's perfect.
(Sonja)
What about it?
Well, you know, it's
got those tall windows
that you like.
I bet it's got a big
backyard for the kid.
If we're buying
fancy houses,
we might as well buy
one for Willem next door,
otherwise I'll never
see either of you.
Now he can buy
his own.
You're never even
going to try to live
in the real world,
are you?
[phone ringing]
Yeah, hello.
(Cor, over phone)
Karin, look, it's me.
Don't hang up.
Cor?
Now, listen to me.
I'm going to give
you a number
and I need you
to tell Sonja
to call me
as soon as she can.
From a phone box
some way over
from the house.
You understand?
Where are you?
Listen to me.
Listen to me, please.
Promise me,
look, it's for her.
[phone rings]
Hello?
(Sonja, over phone)
What did you do, Cor?
What the hell
did you do?
Don't start that now,
we haven't got
time for that.
Look, there's no time...
Cor, what the hell
did you do?
Cor, where are you?
Answer me, Cor.
Where...?
Cor?
Cor?
Where...?
Where are you?
Sonja?
Son... Sonja, are you there?
Sonja, Sonja!
I'm here.
I'm here, Cor.
Cor, Cor, this is...
they follow
me everywhere.
I know.
I just wanted
to hear your voice.
If I buy a loaf
of bread,
they check my money
in case it's...
I want to be
where you are.
Please.
Soon, Son, soon.
Listen,
after the baby,
I can come back, alright?
Soon.
That's a promise.
You promise?
I promise.
I promise,
I promise,
I promise.
Listen to me,
okay, Son, listen?
We're going to be
a real family.
You know?
We'll be
a real family
and I'm going to give you
everything you ever wanted.
And believe me.
Huh, you believe me?
I believe you.
But Cor, do you know
how big this thing is?
They've arrested everybody
you ever met in your life.
They bugged
all the phones.
Wait, wait, wait.
What do you mean everyone?
Like Arthur
and my parents,
Your parents?
all your friends,
all of mine,
everybody's.
Cor, I've got to go.
I love you.
Okay?
Be safe.
No, don't hang up!
Don't hang up!
Son, don't hang up!
I love you!
[click]
L, uh...
I think they have
this number...
since last night.
Just letting you know.
[sigh]
We better get
our stuff then.
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