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 500SL 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 P.M.
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.S: 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 ist 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 pay.
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 mir weh.
Hör mal.
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 für 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 it!
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.
Aufhören!
Hey!
Aufhören!
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?
I...
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.