Bye.
Three months' work down the fucking drain.
I scoped out his home and his office for days.
I checked everything.
Not everything, apparently!
He had zero security!
He was there for the taking!
Maybe he saw something.
What do you mean?
Take it easy, Frans.
He didn't see anything!
Maybe he realized he was being watched
and brought in some security.
What do you want?
- Fuck off! - I work here, remember?
Get lost.
We're busy here.
Boo!
Cut it out, Frans.
He's all right.
Shat your pants?
Time to go, guys.-
"Arno Keizer Europe's Biggest Timber Importer�
"Arno Keizer Pleased With Yearly Figures�
I told you it wouldn't work.
Not enough oxygen.
It was sired by a German champion.
Shit!
Why did you have to leave it in for 24 hours?
"THE HEINEKEN KIDNAPPING"
Stop.
Now what?
Check your mirror.
I know the road is clear.
Check it.
- Don't forget the theory test. - Sure.
What's up?
He's short of breath.
Get this, will you, honey?
"Pharmacy"
Fuck, man!
You asshole!
Are you blind?
Dickhead.
- Ab? - Yes?
- Can we move on? - Coming, sir.
There you go.
What about my moped?
I'm calling the police.
- You jumped the lights. - I did?
You just wait here for the police.
I'm afraid I can't.
Is that so?
Will 100 guilders cover it?
How should I know?
Do I look like a bike mechanic?
He'll die if he carries on smoking and drinking.
So are we going in the morning or in the afternoon?
Going where?
To London. This Saturday.
I'm not going.
There's still a price tag on your back.
New suit?
Quite a bargain.
Sir.
Can you spare me a guilder?
So I can get on a tram.
He leaves his office at almost exactly the same time
every night.
The driver is carrying two cases,
so he can't do a thing.
It's dead easy.
Here.
The route through the bicycle underpass is perfect.
You leave a car there, and it's blocked.
And in a month's time, it will be pitch-dark there.
He has no security, and he's loaded with money.
He's perfect.
Much better than this Arno Keizer.
What do you know about that?
I heard you guys talking.
I want to be involved.
Seriously involved.
I don't know, Rem.
I don't think you know what you're getting into.
You don't?
You think I don't know where you get your money from?
Your average building contractor
doesn't drive a Mercedes 5OOSL Cabriolet.
You wanted to kidnap him and put him in this tank.
Right?
Run the tape again.
What if a truck starts unloading?
Then you're stuck.
You can go round the other side if need be.
Against the traffic?
Across the pavement.
You can always get away.
He's got the money. That's for sure.
So I'd say as long as he hasn't got any bodyguards yet.
What about him?
Yeah.
He will have to be guarded round the clock.
We'll have to get food, collect the ransom.
And our lives have to carry on as normal to the outside world,
so there's enough to do.
I don't want him, Cor.
He's too young.
He happens to be family.
I can vouch for him.
He's young. He's eager.
He'll come in handy.
He'll be our downfall, I tell you.
All right.
But we'll make it 100 million.
That's far too much.
Why?
The sheer weight of it.
Here's our new guard dog.
- A real looker. - Nice mutt.
All right, guys-
Start searching.
Surely not in the closet?
Did you hide some Easter eggs too, Jan?
Oh.
Oh! What have we got here?
Got something, Frans?
Excellent.
Great stuff!
Very nice.
My compliments!
Look at this.
Nice and big.
We can make two cells in here.
Why don't we take the driver too'?
Then he can't talk to the police.
Yeah, why not take whoever's around?
- I think- - You shut up.
You just do what we tell you.
Frans.
If you take the driver too,
you'll have, like, some change...
in case they make trouble.
That's what I said.
You think about it, Cor.
Dad.
Come.
Rem, I need a drink.
No, you can't.
Yes, I need one.
Look at this.
I know.
Come. I'll take you upstairs.
Back it up.
A bit more.
Stop. Stop.
Shit.
Now what?
We're going ahead.
Fuck.
Hail Mary, full of grace, our Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death.
Amen.
- Shit. - What?
It's the driver.
Frank Sinatra's manager called.
He thinks this song has potential.
Really?
Wow.
Congratulations.
He's coming down.
Shit.
We're not going to make it.
We'll have to pull out.
Wait.
I forgot something.
Door's opening.
Shit.
Stop. Stop.
What?
It's not him.
Yeah. There he is.
What's going on here?
What the hell?
Schweigen!
Damn it!
Achtung!
Damn.
A taxi.
Anziehen.
Schnell!
Hi, guys.
- Thomas, how's it going? - Fine.
Been to the races lately?
I'm going on Sunday, I think.
- Want to come? - Sure.
Can you turn it up?
Tonight in Amsterdam,
beer brewer Heineken and his driver
were bundled into a car and kidnapped by armed assailants.
The men, thought to number three,
dragged Mr. Heineken and his driver into a van
and drove off.
Fuck!
Can you believe that, Thomas?
It's pretty stiff.
We'll have three beers and a 7UP.
What time are we leaving on Sunday?
Early.
We have to be back in time
to feed Heineken and his driver.
I like it.
Did you sleep in till now?
Next week, right?
What?
Your driving test.
Your mum and I have discussed it.
We're getting a tax refund.
If you pass your driving test, we'll give you 700 guilders.
Towards buying a car.
You don't have to.
I don't need it.
Have you heard?
- Heard what? - About Heineken.
He's been kidnapped.
You're kidding.
Turn the thing on.
See what they say.
Is as yet unknown.
This is the entrance to the building
Mr. Heineken left at around 7:00 PM.
Together with his driver...
Did they take him too?
Apparently.
The men, thought to number three,
bundled him into a van and drove off.
Look what Mum bought me for my birthday.
Wait a minute. Heineken has been kidnapped.
What?
Heineken has been kidnapped.
A demand has been made.
That's all I can tell you.
Do you have any idea who these kidnappers might be?
In the interest of Mr. Heineken and Mr. Doderer-
Hi, sis.
Happy birthday.
Thanks, kid.
It's beautiful.
- Is it real? - No.
Yes, it is.
Talk about spoiling.
Let's go to the kitchen.
Hi, Frans.
Many happy returns.
Did it go well?
Fed them and put them to bed early.
Hi, I'm Lisa. Many happy returns.
Welcome.
Give us a hand.
Oh, hey.
Hey.
Can I tell you that Frans is not your type?
He isn't?
- And you are, I suppose? - Yes.
You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
All right.
Want to go out for a night?
Why should I?
I'll tell you why.
I saw you come in, and you know what?
I saw that you weren't happy.
You need something.
Let's call it a friend.
And you're going to be my friend?
That's right.
Don't, you nutcase.
So we'll go out?
Wait. How do I find you?
I guess you'll have to look.
Was haben Sie mit meinem Chauffeur gemacht?
Lebt er noch?
Enjoy your workday
Are those frames ready yet?
Nearly.
What does he say?
"I'd like an extra blanket, clean, please,
"a dressing gown, shaving things, a comb, slippers,
"a simple clock, a desk, a proper chair.
P..: Do something about the music."
Spelling mistake, Cor?
Hello?
Hi, honey.
Bye, honey.
Bye.
Take it easy, will you?
Lisa.
Found you.
I want to see you.
You can't.
Frans is on his way.
Tomorrow night?
I'll pick you up at 8:00.
No.
What do you mean, no?
No. I can't make that either.
I'm working till half past 8:00.
I'll meet you outside the Krasnapolsky Hotel.
Was its los?
Kaput?
Broken?
Damn.
530 kilometers.
You'll be home late, Frans.
Are you out of your mind?
Wow.
Did I hurt you?
Why did you leave me waiting?
Come here.
No.
Come here.
No.
You come here.
We can't.
Frans has a key.
Ask him to return it.
He owns this place.
Then break up with him.
It's not that easy to break up with a guy like Frans.
Are you scared of him?
Yes.
Aren't you?
No.
Frans will be gone all night.
How do you know?
I know.
Believe me.
Your turn.
Fuck! Fuck!
Shit! Fuck!
- Boo! - Ah...
They didn't show up with the ransom?
What the hell were they thinking?
I'll kick them all out.
As long as I'm alive, I'm in charge.
Van Schaik.
Get in touch with him.
They Will Pa)-
And?
Van Schaik. Address and phone number.
Yes...
Rem, it's your mother.
Yes? Hello?
Oh, shit!
Yes. Yes.
Straight ahead at the intersection.
What was that for?
The cyclist.
Look, he turned right.
Yes. You weren't to know that.
He put out his hand.
No, he didn't.
I saw him put out his hand.
Did I fail my test?
Straight ahead.
Did I fail my test?
Straight ahead.
You'll find out later.
What's he doing?
He's afraid he'll suffocate.
Turn off the music and give me a hand.
Bitte, nicht festmachen Es tut mfr weh.
Hor ma!
Did you arrange for us to be found if something goes wrong?
You're a young guy.
Ich kann alles machen
If you can get me out of here...
Name your price.
Wie viel?
Ich mach' dich reich
Millionen, nur fur dich.
What is he doing?
Are you out of your fucking mind?
He tried to bribe me.
Just two more days!
We're this close!
You want to fuck up the whole thing?
Mrs. Humbrechts?
Yes?
Your son's driving test examiner
has reported him for assault.
Is he in?
No.
Can we come inside?
Where is your son?
He's at work.
He works for my son-in-law, who's a contractor.
At this late hour?
I think they had to finish some job.
These flats used to belong to the brewery.
My husband worked there for 20 years.
Thank you.
My God, what a movie!
Don't.
Cut it out.
Stop in
Oh, baby, so much is going to change.
Like what?
I can't tell you, but it's all going to change.
Just wait and see.
Got to get some sleep now, baby.
Have to get up early tomorrow.
Aufhoren!
Hey!
Aufhoren!
Fucking brilliant!
Guys...
I'm about to become a dad.
Rem.
Please hurry up!
Don't worry, honey.
Take it easy.
Go and see Frans. Don't call him.
Make sure Jan and he clear out the shed.
Then hurry to the hospital.
Have Frans pick up part of the cash.
We'll have to scram.
Lisa.
Is Frans there with you?
No.
Honey, I've got to leave, and so does he.
Where to?
L...
I love you.
What's going on?
Please don't go with Frans, all right?
I'll call you as soon as I can.
What's up?
They're on to us.
How do you know?
It's 100% certain.
Cor wants Jan and you to clear out the shed.
We have to scram.
And you're to pick up part of the cash.
Fuck!
All right. All right.
I'll meet you guys at the Motel Vinkeveen at 6:00 P.M.
Got it.
- All right? - All right.
It's to do with this driving test examiner, right?
What would you say if I'd killed someone?
I haven't killed anyone, but...
But it's pretty bad.
Heineken.
It was you.
You kidnapped him.
Yes. For you.
For me?
Yes, I did it for you.
Why?
Look at you.
Look at the fucking state you're in.
It's his fault, Dad.
He's got nothing to do with it.
It's my own fault.
I'm no good at anything.
Of course he's to blame. Damn it!
You know nothing about it.
Don't touch me.
Dad.
Get your hands off me!
Take care of yourself.
You'd better go now.
Go, sweetie.
Cor'? cor'?
In here, Rem!
Your mum's on her way, honey.
She's on her way here.
Stay here!
You make sure all goes well.
Cor!
Room 16.
We've got to hurry.
Got 'em?
You got your driving license after all.
At last. Thanks.
Jesus Christ.
Let's split it up.
You be careful, now.
We need a different car.
This one's open.
Your passports, please.
Over here.
Thanks. Drive safely.
Mr. Heineken.
It's over.
I'm Kees Sietsma of the Amsterdam police.
So nice of you to drop by.
We've got them!
Gentlemen.
I thank you.
Your clothes.
And I've got something personal, from home.
Thank God there were two of you.
Get two...
And pay for one.
Tell me.
We've arrested one of them.
Jan Boellaard was sitting at home
and is being questioned.
We found part of the ransom in the boot of his car.
How much?
3 million.
How tall is he?
Around 6 feet, a little chubby.
One of them was tall.
Had green eyes.
There were probably four of them.
This is Frans Meijer, a friend of Jan's.
We don't know much about him,
but he's a member of the Roman Catholic Church.
Cor van Hout
He's got racehorses and some property in Amsterdam.
He's a friend of the other two
and he's married to Rem Humbrechts' sister.
He's the youngest.
All we know about him
is that he beat up his driving test examiner.
He's the one.
I want you to find this one for me.
He tried to break me.
Take it easy for a couple of days, I'd say.
Today- and listen carefully now.
Today we start setting up a security service.
24-hour surveillance, nonstop, everywhere.
Get the best people.
As many as it takes.
Buy them out, whatever the price
And when this has been setup, Gerard...
I'm going to try and take it easy.
I understand.
"Welcome Home, Heineken"
I was on my way to bed, and I thought...
I'd go and see how you were.
Yes, well...
Lucille?
Yes?
Forgive me for calling this late,
but we've recovered a large part of the ransom.
How much?
21 million guilders.
You can call me anytime with news like that.
And we've discovered something about Rem Humbrechts' father.
Yes?
It turns out he worked for you for 20 years.
The last couple of years, he worked as a sales rep
until he was fired for alcoholism.
He even took your firm to court, but he lost the case.
He did?
He claimed he had to join in the drinking
at the pubs he visited
because the firm expected him to.
"It was an unwritten rule," he said.
That's nonsense.
Keep me informed.
Well done.
I'm over the moon to see you again.
Mr. Heineken.
Did you sleep well?
Yes, thank you.
Do we have unwritten rules?
What do you mean?
Do our sales reps have to join in the drinking at pubs?
Of course not.
A couple of years ago, someone took us to court,
a man called Humbrechts.
Can you look into that?
Mrs. Humbrechts.
Hi, Mum.
How are you?
Mum.
Mum, don't cry.
I'm fine.
How's Dad?
You have to hide, honey.
They're after you.
Hello?
Who is this?
Is that you, Rem?
Who is this?
It's Piet.
A good friend of your dad's.
Piet?
You'd better come home.
Hang up the phone, honey!
Hang UP!
Piet?
You'd better come home.
Hang up the phone, honey!
Hang UP!
The call came yesterday around 10:00 p.m.,
from Paris, the ninth district.
Our French colleagues have been informed.
We'll find them.
And one more thing.
We've arrested a girl at one of Frans Meijer's premises.
She's here at the station.
She may be involved,
but she won't talk.
Do you know who I am?
And what they've done to me?
They locked me up for three weeks
in a kind of rabbit hutch...
Without any heating.
I had to relieve myself on a dirty little camping toilet
and paid 35 million for the experience.
Do you know Frans Meijer?
Yes.
What did he do'?
He kidnapped you.
How long have you known this?
Since yesterday.
He came by and...
He wanted me to go with him.
Go where?
I don't know.
Far away, he said.
He really laid into you.
Do you know Jan Boellaard?
Cor van Hout?
I once went to Cor's place for a birthday party,
together with Frans.
Rem Humbrechts?
Do you know him?
Surely Rem is not involved?
He's very much involved, we think.
Do you know where he is?
You really don't know?
No.
I swear.
She's in love.
Hold this.
What's wrong?
I'm suffocating.
I'm...
It's okay.
Everything will be all right.
I thought I was dying.
It's okay.
Car 311
We've got a code 27.
We're standing by.
Lisa.
Hi, honey.
It's me.
Rem.
Where are you?
Never mind.
How are you?
Frans was here.
I know what you guys did.
I'm sorry, Lisa.
I couldn't tell you.
He went crazy.
He...
He what?
What did he do'?
Don't cry, baby.
Baby, baby, don't cry.
But I don't...
Don't cry.
I don't know what to do any more.
I thought you were different.
I thought we were...
I thought we...
Yes, darling, we are.
It's still possible.
I love you, baby.
What good is that to me?
We have a definite location.
Baby, it will be all right, believe me.
I'll call you again real soon.
Don't bother.
- I can't deal with this. - Lisa.
Lisa?
Yes?
Mr. Heineken, Sietsma calling.
Sorry to be ringing this late, but we've got them.
What are you talking about?
Come on!
Come on, you fucking assholes!
Okay, okay, okay, okay...
Mr. Heineken?
They've got them.
That's incredible.
When will they be here?
In a few days' time, a week at most.
And we've found more ransom money,
400,000 guilders,
in their apartment.
Nice work.
Thanks.
My pleasure.
Congratulations.
Thanks for what you did earlier.
They're three friends who like having fun,
and they're mad about football.
But the campaign is about friendship.
I'll think about it.
Thank you.
We've got some alternative ideas.
Here's the Humbrechts file.
Congratulations.
I guess the police are not entirely useless.
It did take them three weeks.
Mrs. Van Ditshuyzen.
Gerard.
Great news, about their capture.
You must be really happy.
Just one more to go.
Els.
Yes?
I've done some thinking.
And I've decided...
That you and me...
can't go on together.
It's ruining your future.
I just can't go on.
You want to call it quits?
I do.
You're upset.
It's better this way.
Really.
He was arrested two hours ago
on the beach at Den Helder.
How much?
3 million?
Have mercy upon me, God, in Your grace.
Cleanse me of my impurities.
Wash away my sins.
Punish me!
- Are you okay? - Yes.
I know that I'm an insufferable man.
It's what I've become.
I'm not sure why.
But it's not me.
Not really.
And I don't know how I can change it.
But I...
I'm scared.
Really scared.
I don't want to lose you.
The judges.
This court of law considers it proven
that the defendants Boellaard and Meijer
unlawfully detained Mr. Heineken and Mr. Doderer for three weeks
with the aim of receiving ransom money.
The court considers a lengthy prison sentence is in order
for Mr. Boellaard
and sentences the defendant to 12 years in prison
less the period spent in pretrial detention.
The defendant can lodge an appeal within two weeks.
Mr. Meijer will be taken to a forensic clinic
for further psychiatric examination
He will be remanded in custody until then.
This concludes the court's session.
This treaty
is more than 90 years old.
We should not only look at the letter,
but above all at the spirit of the law.
It may be obvious that in serious crimes such as these,
extradition is called for.
I see no impediment.
It's the one on the right.
He seems totally unmoved.
The extradition treaty
leaves nothing to be clarified.
It does not provide for cases of abduction.
Based on this treaty,
my clients cannot be extradited to the Netherlands.
The French Foreign Minister
wants to hold talks at the ministry.
It seems highly unlikely to me that they will be extradited.
Mr. Moszkowicz.
I respect your profession,
but ultimately, and with all your talents,
you are nothing more than these criminals' errand boy.
I hear your words Mr. Heineken.
Mr. Van der Vijver,
there's a call for you.
Two years.
Frans Meijer has escaped.
- What? - He's disappeared.
God damn it!
I want to know everything,
their every move, who they're phoning,
when they're going to the toilet.
They mustn't have a moment's peace,
never again.
Any news on Frans Meijer?
No.
I want a headline in DE Telegraaf.
See to it.
Can I ask a question?
When France has signed this treaty
and we file another extradition request,
can they then be extradited?
I thought no case could be tried twice
after the appeal procedure has been exhausted.
Or am I wrong?
Where's Dad?
He's been poorly.
Hello, sweetheart.
Look what the Dutch papers are writing.
Rem, have a look at this.
"Heineken Hunts Own Kidnappers�
Look, Daddy's in the paper.
Good afternoon.
Thanks for coming.
All right.
Yes, madam, you can start.
When did you hear you were going to be released?
"Released" is not quite the right word.
Both gentlemen are under house arrest.
Their passports have been confiscated.
The Netherlands has shown itself to be a bad loser.
They should accept the court's decision, but they don't.
The gentleman at the back.
Mr. van Hout, what are your thoughts'?
Do you really think you're suffering an injustice?
Well, I...
We were detained for a long time awaiting the decision.
Now we have a decision.
Justice has been done,
and I think The Netherlands should accept this.
What can you count on if not the law?
Mr. Humbrechts, you're smiling.
What do you think?
I've got very little to add.
I think it's all been said,
and there's not much else to say.
So I'd like to leave it at that.
Sorry, Mr. Heineken.
It's okay.
Would you believe it?
They're in a fucking hotel.
He turned the ventilation on and off to torment me.
He knew it drove me mad.
He hates me.
He doesn't know anything about you.
I'm changing things.
What things?
Joining in the drinking with clients.
His father isn't the only one.
One in five of our sales reps has a drinking problem.
Did you know that before the kidnapping?
It still doesn't give anyone the right to mistreat you.
It doesn't?
Of course not.
I want us to agree on something.
I've been on my own for ten years now,
even though I'm married.
You have no idea how lonely I've felt.
I don't want that any more.
It has to change.
If it doesn't, I will leave.
Okay?
Okay.
You know...
there is one place in the world
where Holland and France share a border.
- Is the minister expecting you? - No.
Mr. Heineken?
I'd love some coffee.
A new extradition treaty is being drafted.
Sooner or later, they will be-
They'll soon be in Paraguay on false passports.
Paris has assured me they're not going anywhere.
Have you read this?
The French will sign this treaty soon.
Just have some patience.
They can't be tried twice for the same offense.
They won't be allowed to go soot-free.
A solution will be found.
It will take years.
I don't want that.
Can't you have them expelled?
No country will take them.
There's a place they can go.
A perfect place.
Get dressed.
We leave in five minutes.
What?
Where to?
Five minutes.
This is Mr. DE Wit, the Dutch consul, and his wife.
Welcome to Saint Martin.
The French consul and his wife, Mr. and Mrs. Dubois.
Sir, madam.
Pleased to meet you.
How was your flight?
We survived.
I'd rather be kidnapped.
So what do you think?
You think we're gonna need one?
[speaking indistinctly]
You like it?
Fine. Fine.
Let me see.
I'll have one too.
Can I have two?
Yes, thank you.
Keep the change.
- Time to go. - At last.
Get moving.
Rem.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Flight AX37 to destination Saint Martin...
Hey.
Juliana.
Must be named after Queen Juliana.
What about it?
Juliana Airport.
They're taking us to fucking Saint Martin.
Please proceed.
It's the Dutch island of Saint Martin.
Shit, you're right.
We're going to the French part of Saint Martin, right?
If we get on this plane, it'll be over
in half an hour when we land on Saint Martin.
I'm not going.
Come on, gentlemen.
No, no. We're not going.
Get your hands off me!
We're not going!
George.
They're in Guadeloupe, but they refuse to leave there.
How far is it from here?
Some 250 kilometers.
How big is your staff here?
142 people. Why?
Want to take over my company?
Can I give them the day off at my expense?
It's been settled.
They're taking us to the French part of Saint Martin by boat.
They even got us a hotel.
We have to report to the police twice daily.
Apart from that, we're free agents.
Even got seasickness pills.
You okay?
Read this.
The radio broadcast has been set up.
Hi.
This is the text.
This is your text'?
All right.
Take a seat.
Look at this.
"Criminals On Saint Martin�
How the fuck is this possible?
It's an ad.
Someone paid for it.
Heineken.
He knows we're here.
Here he is:
Tommy Tom Tom, the Lion.
He speaks his mind, and he's afraid of no one.
Listen.
These islands belong to us.
Hey, guys!
Listen to this!
If you mess with our islands, you mess with us.
Rem.
Don't We have enough parasites already?
The scum of Europe, of Paris.
Now, listen.
Paris has dumped two more of them on our shores.
They kidnapped Mister...
- Heineken. - Heineken.
Will We allow this island to be poisoned
by parasites, thieves, rapists...
and murderers?
Never!
I will describe them to you.
They are two Dutchmen.
They're both big and tab'
They're about 25 years old.
One is blond, the other dark.
Their names are van Hout and Humbrechts.
I'm asking you, Tommy Tom Tom is asking you...
This is going wrong.
To find them.
All criminals out!
Thank you.
We'll drive all criminals into the sea.
All the criminals.
Fuck.
We have to get out of here.
Where do we go?
To the police.
Excuse me?
They have to protect us, whether they like it or not.
Rem!
This window is broken.
There's no one here.
Let's go.
Damn it.
I should never have got you involved.
It was my own idea, remember?
I-Any regrets?
Regrets?
I wouldn't have missed it for the world.
There they are!
What?
I don't understand why you never left me.
Feeling guilty?
Yes.
So you should.
Why did you stay with me?
Why is it so hard for you to accept that there is someone
who loves you, plain and simple?
Hello?
Yes?
Thank you.
They've given up.
They've been taken to the Dutch part of the island
and arrested.
I love you.
Mr. Heineken.
Three minutes?
We'll be right outside.
Why do you hate me?
Boo!
You're scared, aren't you?
You're scared of me.
Why?
After all, I'm just a bum,
a dope from the wrong side of Amsterdam.
All right, let me out.
It smells in here.
Someone shat their pants.
Eight years, ten at the most, and I'll be out again.
Who knows, there may be a couple of millions waiting for me.
And you?
You'll have to watch your back for the rest of your life.
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Bye.
Three months' work down the fucking drain.
I scoped out his home and his office for days.
I checked everything.
Not everything, apparently!
He had zero security!
He was there for the taking!
Maybe he saw something.
What do you mean?
Take it easy, Frans.
He didn't see anything!
Maybe he realized he was being watched
and brought in some security.
What do you want?
- Fuck off! - I work here, remember?
Get lost.
We're busy here.
Boo!
Cut it out, Frans.
He's all right.
Shat your pants?
Time to go, guys.-
"Arno Keizer Europe's Biggest Timber Importer�
"Arno Keizer Pleased With Yearly Figures�
I told you it wouldn't work.
Not enough oxygen.
It was sired by a German champion.
Shit!
Why did you have to leave it in for 24 hours?
"THE HEINEKEN KIDNAPPING"
Stop.
Now what?
Check your mirror.
I know the road is clear.
Check it.
- Don't forget the theory test. - Sure.
What's up?
He's short of breath.
Get this, will you, honey?
"Pharmacy"
Fuck, man!
You asshole!
Are you blind?
Dickhead.
- Ab? - Yes?
- Can we move on? - Coming, sir.
There you go.
What about my moped?
I'm calling the police.
- You jumped the lights. - I did?
You just wait here for the police.
I'm afraid I can't.
Is that so?
Will 100 guilders cover it?
How should I know?
Do I look like a bike mechanic?
He'll die if he carries on smoking and drinking.
So are we going in the morning or in the afternoon?
Going where?
To London. This Saturday.
I'm not going.
There's still a price tag on your back.
New suit?
Quite a bargain.
Sir.
Can you spare me a guilder?
So I can get on a tram.
He leaves his office at almost exactly the same time
every night.
The driver is carrying two cases,
so he can't do a thing.
It's dead easy.
Here.
The route through the bicycle underpass is perfect.
You leave a car there, and it's blocked.
And in a month's time, it will be pitch-dark there.
He has no security, and he's loaded with money.
He's perfect.
Much better than this Arno Keizer.
What do you know about that?
I heard you guys talking.
I want to be involved.
Seriously involved.
I don't know, Rem.
I don't think you know what you're getting into.
You don't?
You think I don't know where you get your money from?
Your average building contractor
doesn't drive a Mercedes 5OOSL Cabriolet.
You wanted to kidnap him and put him in this tank.
Right?
Run the tape again.
What if a truck starts unloading?
Then you're stuck.
You can go round the other side if need be.
Against the traffic?
Across the pavement.
You can always get away.
He's got the money. That's for sure.
So I'd say as long as he hasn't got any bodyguards yet.
What about him?
Yeah.
He will have to be guarded round the clock.
We'll have to get food, collect the ransom.
And our lives have to carry on as normal to the outside world,
so there's enough to do.
I don't want him, Cor.
He's too young.
He happens to be family.
I can vouch for him.
He's young. He's eager.
He'll come in handy.
He'll be our downfall, I tell you.
All right.
But we'll make it 100 million.
That's far too much.
Why?
The sheer weight of it.
Here's our new guard dog.
- A real looker. - Nice mutt.
All right, guys-
Start searching.
Surely not in the closet?
Did you hide some Easter eggs too, Jan?
Oh.
Oh! What have we got here?
Got something, Frans?
Excellent.
Great stuff!
Very nice.
My compliments!
Look at this.
Nice and big.
We can make two cells in here.
Why don't we take the driver too'?
Then he can't talk to the police.
Yeah, why not take whoever's around?
- I think- - You shut up.
You just do what we tell you.
Frans.
If you take the driver too,
you'll have, like, some change...
in case they make trouble.
That's what I said.
You think about it, Cor.
Dad.
Come.
Rem, I need a drink.
No, you can't.
Yes, I need one.
Look at this.
I know.
Come. I'll take you upstairs.
Back it up.
A bit more.
Stop. Stop.
Shit.
Now what?
We're going ahead.
Fuck.
Hail Mary, full of grace, our Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death.
Amen.
- Shit. - What?
It's the driver.
Frank Sinatra's manager called.
He thinks this song has potential.
Really?
Wow.
Congratulations.
He's coming down.
Shit.
We're not going to make it.
We'll have to pull out.
Wait.
I forgot something.
Door's opening.
Shit.
Stop. Stop.
What?
It's not him.
Yeah. There he is.
What's going on here?
What the hell?
Schweigen!
Damn it!
Achtung!
Damn.
A taxi.
Anziehen.
Schnell!
Hi, guys.
- Thomas, how's it going? - Fine.
Been to the races lately?
I'm going on Sunday, I think.
- Want to come? - Sure.
Can you turn it up?
Tonight in Amsterdam,
beer brewer Heineken and his driver
were bundled into a car and kidnapped by armed assailants.
The men, thought to number three,
dragged Mr. Heineken and his driver into a van
and drove off.
Fuck!
Can you believe that, Thomas?
It's pretty stiff.
We'll have three beers and a 7UP.
What time are we leaving on Sunday?
Early.
We have to be back in time
to feed Heineken and his driver.
I like it.
Did you sleep in till now?
Next week, right?
What?
Your driving test.
Your mum and I have discussed it.
We're getting a tax refund.
If you pass your driving test, we'll give you 700 guilders.
Towards buying a car.
You don't have to.
I don't need it.
Have you heard?
- Heard what? - About Heineken.
He's been kidnapped.
You're kidding.
Turn the thing on.
See what they say.
Is as yet unknown.
This is the entrance to the building
Mr. Heineken left at around 7:00 PM.
Together with his driver...
Did they take him too?
Apparently.
The men, thought to number three,
bundled him into a van and drove off.
Look what Mum bought me for my birthday.
Wait a minute. Heineken has been kidnapped.
What?
Heineken has been kidnapped.
A demand has been made.
That's all I can tell you.
Do you have any idea who these kidnappers might be?
In the interest of Mr. Heineken and Mr. Doderer-
Hi, sis.
Happy birthday.
Thanks, kid.
It's beautiful.
- Is it real? - No.
Yes, it is.
Talk about spoiling.
Let's go to the kitchen.
Hi, Frans.
Many happy returns.
Did it go well?
Fed them and put them to bed early.
Hi, I'm Lisa. Many happy returns.
Welcome.
Give us a hand.
Oh, hey.
Hey.
Can I tell you that Frans is not your type?
He isn't?
- And you are, I suppose? - Yes.
You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
All right.
Want to go out for a night?
Why should I?
I'll tell you why.
I saw you come in, and you know what?
I saw that you weren't happy.
You need something.
Let's call it a friend.
And you're going to be my friend?
That's right.
Don't, you nutcase.
So we'll go out?
Wait. How do I find you?
I guess you'll have to look.
Was haben Sie mit meinem Chauffeur gemacht?
Lebt er noch?
Enjoy your workday
Are those frames ready yet?
Nearly.
What does he say?
"I'd like an extra blanket, clean, please,
"a dressing gown, shaving things, a comb, slippers,
"a simple clock, a desk, a proper chair.
P..: Do something about the music."
Spelling mistake, Cor?
Hello?
Hi, honey.
Bye, honey.
Bye.
Take it easy, will you?
Lisa.
Found you.
I want to see you.
You can't.
Frans is on his way.
Tomorrow night?
I'll pick you up at 8:00.
No.
What do you mean, no?
No. I can't make that either.
I'm working till half past 8:00.
I'll meet you outside the Krasnapolsky Hotel.
Was its los?
Kaput?
Broken?
Damn.
530 kilometers.
You'll be home late, Frans.
Are you out of your mind?
Wow.
Did I hurt you?
Why did you leave me waiting?
Come here.
No.
Come here.
No.
You come here.
We can't.
Frans has a key.
Ask him to return it.
He owns this place.
Then break up with him.
It's not that easy to break up with a guy like Frans.
Are you scared of him?
Yes.
Aren't you?
No.
Frans will be gone all night.
How do you know?
I know.
Believe me.
Your turn.
Fuck! Fuck!
Shit! Fuck!
- Boo! - Ah...
They didn't show up with the ransom?
What the hell were they thinking?
I'll kick them all out.
As long as I'm alive, I'm in charge.
Van Schaik.
Get in touch with him.
They Will Pa)-
And?
Van Schaik. Address and phone number.
Yes...
Rem, it's your mother.
Yes? Hello?
Oh, shit!
Yes. Yes.
Straight ahead at the intersection.
What was that for?
The cyclist.
Look, he turned right.
Yes. You weren't to know that.
He put out his hand.
No, he didn't.
I saw him put out his hand.
Did I fail my test?
Straight ahead.
Did I fail my test?
Straight ahead.
You'll find out later.
What's he doing?
He's afraid he'll suffocate.
Turn off the music and give me a hand.
Bitte, nicht festmachen Es tut mfr weh.
Hor ma!
Did you arrange for us to be found if something goes wrong?
You're a young guy.
Ich kann alles machen
If you can get me out of here...
Name your price.
Wie viel?
Ich mach' dich reich
Millionen, nur fur dich.
What is he doing?
Are you out of your fucking mind?
He tried to bribe me.
Just two more days!
We're this close!
You want to fuck up the whole thing?
Mrs. Humbrechts?
Yes?
Your son's driving test examiner
has reported him for assault.
Is he in?
No.
Can we come inside?
Where is your son?
He's at work.
He works for my son-in-law, who's a contractor.
At this late hour?
I think they had to finish some job.
These flats used to belong to the brewery.
My husband worked there for 20 years.
Thank you.
My God, what a movie!
Don't.
Cut it out.
Stop in
Oh, baby, so much is going to change.
Like what?
I can't tell you, but it's all going to change.
Just wait and see.
Got to get some sleep now, baby.
Have to get up early tomorrow.
Aufhoren!
Hey!
Aufhoren!
Fucking brilliant!
Guys...
I'm about to become a dad.
Rem.
Please hurry up!
Don't worry, honey.
Take it easy.
Go and see Frans. Don't call him.
Make sure Jan and he clear out the shed.
Then hurry to the hospital.
Have Frans pick up part of the cash.
We'll have to scram.
Lisa.
Is Frans there with you?
No.
Honey, I've got to leave, and so does he.
Where to?
L...
I love you.
What's going on?
Please don't go with Frans, all right?
I'll call you as soon as I can.
What's up?
They're on to us.
How do you know?
It's 100% certain.
Cor wants Jan and you to clear out the shed.
We have to scram.
And you're to pick up part of the cash.
Fuck!
All right. All right.
I'll meet you guys at the Motel Vinkeveen at 6:00 P.M.
Got it.
- All right? - All right.
It's to do with this driving test examiner, right?
What would you say if I'd killed someone?
I haven't killed anyone, but...
But it's pretty bad.
Heineken.
It was you.
You kidnapped him.
Yes. For you.
For me?
Yes, I did it for you.
Why?
Look at you.
Look at the fucking state you're in.
It's his fault, Dad.
He's got nothing to do with it.
It's my own fault.
I'm no good at anything.
Of course he's to blame. Damn it!
You know nothing about it.
Don't touch me.
Dad.
Get your hands off me!
Take care of yourself.
You'd better go now.
Go, sweetie.
Cor'? cor'?
In here, Rem!
Your mum's on her way, honey.
She's on her way here.
Stay here!
You make sure all goes well.
Cor!
Room 16.
We've got to hurry.
Got 'em?
You got your driving license after all.
At last. Thanks.
Jesus Christ.
Let's split it up.
You be careful, now.
We need a different car.
This one's open.
Your passports, please.
Over here.
Thanks. Drive safely.
Mr. Heineken.
It's over.
I'm Kees Sietsma of the Amsterdam police.
So nice of you to drop by.
We've got them!
Gentlemen.
I thank you.
Your clothes.
And I've got something personal, from home.
Thank God there were two of you.
Get two...
And pay for one.
Tell me.
We've arrested one of them.
Jan Boellaard was sitting at home
and is being questioned.
We found part of the ransom in the boot of his car.
How much?
3 million.
How tall is he?
Around 6 feet, a little chubby.
One of them was tall.
Had green eyes.
There were probably four of them.
This is Frans Meijer, a friend of Jan's.
We don't know much about him,
but he's a member of the Roman Catholic Church.
Cor van Hout
He's got racehorses and some property in Amsterdam.
He's a friend of the other two
and he's married to Rem Humbrechts' sister.
He's the youngest.
All we know about him
is that he beat up his driving test examiner.
He's the one.
I want you to find this one for me.
He tried to break me.
Take it easy for a couple of days, I'd say.
Today- and listen carefully now.
Today we start setting up a security service.
24-hour surveillance, nonstop, everywhere.
Get the best people.
As many as it takes.
Buy them out, whatever the price
And when this has been setup, Gerard...
I'm going to try and take it easy.
I understand.
"Welcome Home, Heineken"
I was on my way to bed, and I thought...
I'd go and see how you were.
Yes, well...
Lucille?
Yes?
Forgive me for calling this late,
but we've recovered a large part of the ransom.
How much?
21 million guilders.
You can call me anytime with news like that.
And we've discovered something about Rem Humbrechts' father.
Yes?
It turns out he worked for you for 20 years.
The last couple of years, he worked as a sales rep
until he was fired for alcoholism.
He even took your firm to court, but he lost the case.
He did?
He claimed he had to join in the drinking
at the pubs he visited
because the firm expected him to.
"It was an unwritten rule," he said.
That's nonsense.
Keep me informed.
Well done.
I'm over the moon to see you again.
Mr. Heineken.
Did you sleep well?
Yes, thank you.
Do we have unwritten rules?
What do you mean?
Do our sales reps have to join in the drinking at pubs?
Of course not.
A couple of years ago, someone took us to court,
a man called Humbrechts.
Can you look into that?
Mrs. Humbrechts.
Hi, Mum.
How are you?
Mum.
Mum, don't cry.
I'm fine.
How's Dad?
You have to hide, honey.
They're after you.
Hello?
Who is this?
Is that you, Rem?
Who is this?
It's Piet.
A good friend of your dad's.
Piet?
You'd better come home.
Hang up the phone, honey!
Hang UP!
Piet?
You'd better come home.
Hang up the phone, honey!
Hang UP!
The call came yesterday around 10:00 p.m.,
from Paris, the ninth district.
Our French colleagues have been informed.
We'll find them.
And one more thing.
We've arrested a girl at one of Frans Meijer's premises.
She's here at the station.
She may be involved,
but she won't talk.
Do you know who I am?
And what they've done to me?
They locked me up for three weeks
in a kind of rabbit hutch...
Without any heating.
I had to relieve myself on a dirty little camping toilet
and paid 35 million for the experience.
Do you know Frans Meijer?
Yes.
What did he do'?
He kidnapped you.
How long have you known this?
Since yesterday.
He came by and...
He wanted me to go with him.
Go where?
I don't know.
Far away, he said.
He really laid into you.
Do you know Jan Boellaard?
Cor van Hout?
I once went to Cor's place for a birthday party,
together with Frans.
Rem Humbrechts?
Do you know him?
Surely Rem is not involved?
He's very much involved, we think.
Do you know where he is?
You really don't know?
No.
I swear.
She's in love.
Hold this.
What's wrong?
I'm suffocating.
I'm...
It's okay.
Everything will be all right.
I thought I was dying.
It's okay.
Car 311
We've got a code 27.
We're standing by.
Lisa.
Hi, honey.
It's me.
Rem.
Where are you?
Never mind.
How are you?
Frans was here.
I know what you guys did.
I'm sorry, Lisa.
I couldn't tell you.
He went crazy.
He...
He what?
What did he do'?
Don't cry, baby.
Baby, baby, don't cry.
But I don't...
Don't cry.
I don't know what to do any more.
I thought you were different.
I thought we were...
I thought we...
Yes, darling, we are.
It's still possible.
I love you, baby.
What good is that to me?
We have a definite location.
Baby, it will be all right, believe me.
I'll call you again real soon.
Don't bother.
- I can't deal with this. - Lisa.
Lisa?
Yes?
Mr. Heineken, Sietsma calling.
Sorry to be ringing this late, but we've got them.
What are you talking about?
Come on!
Come on, you fucking assholes!
Okay, okay, okay, okay...
Mr. Heineken?
They've got them.
That's incredible.
When will they be here?
In a few days' time, a week at most.
And we've found more ransom money,
400,000 guilders,
in their apartment.
Nice work.
Thanks.
My pleasure.
Congratulations.
Thanks for what you did earlier.
They're three friends who like having fun,
and they're mad about football.
But the campaign is about friendship.
I'll think about it.
Thank you.
We've got some alternative ideas.
Here's the Humbrechts file.
Congratulations.
I guess the police are not entirely useless.
It did take them three weeks.
Mrs. Van Ditshuyzen.
Gerard.
Great news, about their capture.
You must be really happy.
Just one more to go.
Els.
Yes?
I've done some thinking.
And I've decided...
That you and me...
can't go on together.
It's ruining your future.
I just can't go on.
You want to call it quits?
I do.
You're upset.
It's better this way.
Really.
He was arrested two hours ago
on the beach at Den Helder.
How much?
3 million?
Have mercy upon me, God, in Your grace.
Cleanse me of my impurities.
Wash away my sins.
Punish me!
- Are you okay? - Yes.
I know that I'm an insufferable man.
It's what I've become.
I'm not sure why.
But it's not me.
Not really.
And I don't know how I can change it.
But I...
I'm scared.
Really scared.
I don't want to lose you.
The judges.
This court of law considers it proven
that the defendants Boellaard and Meijer
unlawfully detained Mr. Heineken and Mr. Doderer for three weeks
with the aim of receiving ransom money.
The court considers a lengthy prison sentence is in order
for Mr. Boellaard
and sentences the defendant to 12 years in prison
less the period spent in pretrial detention.
The defendant can lodge an appeal within two weeks.
Mr. Meijer will be taken to a forensic clinic
for further psychiatric examination
He will be remanded in custody until then.
This concludes the court's session.
This treaty
is more than 90 years old.
We should not only look at the letter,
but above all at the spirit of the law.
It may be obvious that in serious crimes such as these,
extradition is called for.
I see no impediment.
It's the one on the right.
He seems totally unmoved.
The extradition treaty
leaves nothing to be clarified.
It does not provide for cases of abduction.
Based on this treaty,
my clients cannot be extradited to the Netherlands.
The French Foreign Minister
wants to hold talks at the ministry.
It seems highly unlikely to me that they will be extradited.
Mr. Moszkowicz.
I respect your profession,
but ultimately, and with all your talents,
you are nothing more than these criminals' errand boy.
I hear your words Mr. Heineken.
Mr. Van der Vijver,
there's a call for you.
Two years.
Frans Meijer has escaped.
- What? - He's disappeared.
God damn it!
I want to know everything,
their every move, who they're phoning,
when they're going to the toilet.
They mustn't have a moment's peace,
never again.
Any news on Frans Meijer?
No.
I want a headline in DE Telegraaf.
See to it.
Can I ask a question?
When France has signed this treaty
and we file another extradition request,
can they then be extradited?
I thought no case could be tried twice
after the appeal procedure has been exhausted.
Or am I wrong?
Where's Dad?
He's been poorly.
Hello, sweetheart.
Look what the Dutch papers are writing.
Rem, have a look at this.
"Heineken Hunts Own Kidnappers�
Look, Daddy's in the paper.
Good afternoon.
Thanks for coming.
All right.
Yes, madam, you can start.
When did you hear you were going to be released?
"Released" is not quite the right word.
Both gentlemen are under house arrest.
Their passports have been confiscated.
The Netherlands has shown itself to be a bad loser.
They should accept the court's decision, but they don't.
The gentleman at the back.
Mr. van Hout, what are your thoughts'?
Do you really think you're suffering an injustice?
Well, I...
We were detained for a long time awaiting the decision.
Now we have a decision.
Justice has been done,
and I think The Netherlands should accept this.
What can you count on if not the law?
Mr. Humbrechts, you're smiling.
What do you think?
I've got very little to add.
I think it's all been said,
and there's not much else to say.
So I'd like to leave it at that.
Sorry, Mr. Heineken.
It's okay.
Would you believe it?
They're in a fucking hotel.
He turned the ventilation on and off to torment me.
He knew it drove me mad.
He hates me.
He doesn't know anything about you.
I'm changing things.
What things?
Joining in the drinking with clients.
His father isn't the only one.
One in five of our sales reps has a drinking problem.
Did you know that before the kidnapping?
It still doesn't give anyone the right to mistreat you.
It doesn't?
Of course not.
I want us to agree on something.
I've been on my own for ten years now,
even though I'm married.
You have no idea how lonely I've felt.
I don't want that any more.
It has to change.
If it doesn't, I will leave.
Okay?
Okay.
You know...
there is one place in the world
where Holland and France share a border.
- Is the minister expecting you? - No.
Mr. Heineken?
I'd love some coffee.
A new extradition treaty is being drafted.
Sooner or later, they will be-
They'll soon be in Paraguay on false passports.
Paris has assured me they're not going anywhere.
Have you read this?
The French will sign this treaty soon.
Just have some patience.
They can't be tried twice for the same offense.
They won't be allowed to go soot-free.
A solution will be found.
It will take years.
I don't want that.
Can't you have them expelled?
No country will take them.
There's a place they can go.
A perfect place.
Get dressed.
We leave in five minutes.
What?
Where to?
Five minutes.
This is Mr. DE Wit, the Dutch consul, and his wife.
Welcome to Saint Martin.
The French consul and his wife, Mr. and Mrs. Dubois.
Sir, madam.
Pleased to meet you.
How was your flight?
We survived.
I'd rather be kidnapped.
So what do you think?
You think we're gonna need one?
[speaking indistinctly]
You like it?
Fine. Fine.
Let me see.
I'll have one too.
Can I have two?
Yes, thank you.
Keep the change.
- Time to go. - At last.
Get moving.
Rem.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Flight AX37 to destination Saint Martin...
Hey.
Juliana.
Must be named after Queen Juliana.
What about it?
Juliana Airport.
They're taking us to fucking Saint Martin.
Please proceed.
It's the Dutch island of Saint Martin.
Shit, you're right.
We're going to the French part of Saint Martin, right?
If we get on this plane, it'll be over
in half an hour when we land on Saint Martin.
I'm not going.
Come on, gentlemen.
No, no. We're not going.
Get your hands off me!
We're not going!
George.
They're in Guadeloupe, but they refuse to leave there.
How far is it from here?
Some 250 kilometers.
How big is your staff here?
142 people. Why?
Want to take over my company?
Can I give them the day off at my expense?
It's been settled.
They're taking us to the French part of Saint Martin by boat.
They even got us a hotel.
We have to report to the police twice daily.
Apart from that, we're free agents.
Even got seasickness pills.
You okay?
Read this.
The radio broadcast has been set up.
Hi.
This is the text.
This is your text'?
All right.
Take a seat.
Look at this.
"Criminals On Saint Martin�
How the fuck is this possible?
It's an ad.
Someone paid for it.
Heineken.
He knows we're here.
Here he is:
Tommy Tom Tom, the Lion.
He speaks his mind, and he's afraid of no one.
Listen.
These islands belong to us.
Hey, guys!
Listen to this!
If you mess with our islands, you mess with us.
Rem.
Don't We have enough parasites already?
The scum of Europe, of Paris.
Now, listen.
Paris has dumped two more of them on our shores.
They kidnapped Mister...
- Heineken. - Heineken.
Will We allow this island to be poisoned
by parasites, thieves, rapists...
and murderers?
Never!
I will describe them to you.
They are two Dutchmen.
They're both big and tab'
They're about 25 years old.
One is blond, the other dark.
Their names are van Hout and Humbrechts.
I'm asking you, Tommy Tom Tom is asking you...
This is going wrong.
To find them.
All criminals out!
Thank you.
We'll drive all criminals into the sea.
All the criminals.
Fuck.
We have to get out of here.
Where do we go?
To the police.
Excuse me?
They have to protect us, whether they like it or not.
Rem!
This window is broken.
There's no one here.
Let's go.
Damn it.
I should never have got you involved.
It was my own idea, remember?
I-Any regrets?
Regrets?
I wouldn't have missed it for the world.
There they are!
What?
I don't understand why you never left me.
Feeling guilty?
Yes.
So you should.
Why did you stay with me?
Why is it so hard for you to accept that there is someone
who loves you, plain and simple?
Hello?
Yes?
Thank you.
They've given up.
They've been taken to the Dutch part of the island
and arrested.
I love you.
Mr. Heineken.
Three minutes?
We'll be right outside.
Why do you hate me?
Boo!
You're scared, aren't you?
You're scared of me.
Why?
After all, I'm just a bum,
a dope from the wrong side of Amsterdam.
All right, let me out.
It smells in here.
Someone shat their pants.
Eight years, ten at the most, and I'll be out again.
Who knows, there may be a couple of millions waiting for me.
And you?
You'll have to watch your back for the rest of your life.