Get your hands off me!
Take care of yourself.
[Telephone rings]
You'd better go now.
[Ringing continues]
Go, sweetie.
[Ringing continues]
[Door slams shut]
Cor? Cor?
In here, Rem!
[Sobbing]
[Gasping]
Your mum's on her way, honey.
She's on her way here.
Stay here!
You make sure all goes well.
[Groans]
Cor!
[Whistles]
Room 16.
We've got to hurry.
Got 'em?
You got your driving license after all.
At last. Thanks.
Jesus Christ.
[Laughter]
Let's split it up.
You be careful, now.
We need a different car.
This one's open.
[Dog growling]
[Dart fires]
[Dog whining]
[In French] Your passports, please.
[Pounding]
[Hollow thumping]
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!
[Cheers and applause]
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.
[All shouting at once]
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 set up, Gerard...
I'm going to try and take it easy.
I understand.
[Airplane engine rumbling]
"Welcome Home, Heineken"
[knocking on door]
[Door creaks open]
I was on my way to bed, and I thought...
I'd go and see how you were.
Yes, well...
Lucille?
[Telephone ringing]
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.
[Thunder rumbling]
[Thunder crashes]
[Applause]
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?
[Telephone ringing]
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.
[Singing operatically]
[humming]
Hold this.
[Lights buzzing and crackling]
[Gun clicks]
[Gunshot]
[Gasping]
What's wrong?
I'm suffocating.
I'm...
It's okay.
Everything will be all right.
I thought I was dying.
It's okay.
[Telephone ringing]
Car 311.
We've got a code 27.
We're standing by.
[Ringing continues]
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?
[Sobbing]
Don't cry, baby.
Baby, baby, don't cry.
But I don't...
Don't cry.
I don't know what to do anymore.
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.
[Dial tone buzzing]
Lisa?
[Line hums]
[Telephone ringing]
Yes?
Mr. Heineken, Sietsma calling.
Sorry to be ringing this late, but we've got them.
What are you talking about?
[All shouting]
Come on!
Come on, you fucking assholes!
[In English] You want to fuck with me?
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.
[Chanting indistinctly]
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.
[Sobbing]
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.
[Indistinct chatter]
He will be remanded in custody until then.
This concludes the court's session.
[In French] 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.
[In English] I see no impediment
in complying with the request from the Netherlands.
It's the one on the right.
He seems totally unmoved.
[Vacuum whirring]
[Radio beeps]
[In French] The extradition treaty
leaves nothing to be clarified.
It does not provide for cases of abduction.
[Alarm bell ringing]
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.
[All speaking English]
It's most regretful that France and the Netherlands
find themselves in this legal impasse.
In the near future,
France will be signing the new European Convention
regarding extradition,
after which they will probably be extradited
without any problem.
Probably?
In the near future?
Within two years.
[Knocking on door]
[In French] Mr. Van der Vijver,
there's a call for you.
An additional coincidence
is that the passport of both these gentleman expire
within the coming months.
That means they cannot go anywhere
even if they win their appeal.
In that case, we will give them house arrest
in a location yet to be determined
until a solution has been found.
[In Dutch] 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.
[Baby crying]
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?
[Crowd murmuring]
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 anymore.
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 scot-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.
[Door clicking]
[In French] Get dressed.
We leave in five minutes.
What?
[In English] We leave in five minutes.
Pack up your things.
Where to?
[In French] Five minutes.
[In English] No, monsieur.
You cannot stay here a moment longer.
Your presence here draws too much attention from the media.
It's a political thing, isn't it?
Well...
So we take you to Orly Airport,
and your plane leaves in two hours.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. No, no, no.
We're not leaving France, eh?
That's what the judge, uh...
- Decided. - Yeah, decided, yeah.
Monsieur, you are staying in France.
You are going to Guadeloupe, France, in the Caribbean.
You fly to Guadeloupe,
and then you go to another little island nearby.
Oui.
- Okay. - Okay.
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.
[Laughs]
So what do you think?
You think we're gonna need one?
[Speaking indistinctly]
You like it?
[In French] Fine. Fine.
Let me see.
I'll have one too.
Can I have two?
Yes, thank you.
Keep the change.
[Woman speaking French over intercom]
- 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?
Yes, it's completely French, huh?
Totally French.
Come on. We need to go.
If we get on this plane, it'll be over
in half an hour when we land on Saint Martin.
- I'm not going. - We're not going.
Come on, gentlemen.
No, no. We're not going.
Get your hands off me!
[All shouting]
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.
[Both speaking French]
Hi.
This is the text.
This is your text?
All right.
Take a seat.
[Mellow reggae music playing]
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.
[All shouting]
They kidnapped Mister...
- Heineken. - Heineken.
[Crowd shouting indistinctly]
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 tall.
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.
[In English] We don't want no criminals...
[gunshot]
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.
Ah!
[Screams]
[All shouting]
Rem!
[Yells]
[Dramatic orchestral music]
[in French] 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?
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?
[All shouting]
[Siren blaring]
[telephone ringing]
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.
[Dramatic orchestral music]
[solemn instrumental music]