Kidnapping Mr. Heineken Page #3

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and getting away with it

is impossible.

(Cor)

It's not.

It's not impossible.

Who do you

want to kidnap?

Got to be a local.

It's got

to be a guy.

I'm not messing

with women

or children, eh.

He's got to be

stinking f***ing rich.

You're out

of your f***ing mind.

(Cor)

It's like I said...

let's make

this year

count, huh?

[boom]

Woo!

(Cor)

Happy f***ing

New Year!

[rain falling]

Hi, there.

Guys, look

what I've got. Huh?

Cat, this is

specially for you.

Oh.

Wow.

What is this?

Who do I

look like?

What do you think?

I don't know

if I love these

or hate these.

They're scary, eh?

I look like Willem.

No, you look

like a f***ing pervert.

Where's Willem anyway?

I'm not wearing a wig.

We got to find

a place so we

can hide him

where no one's

going to look.

My workshed

would be perfect

but there's an office

full of bean counters

next door.

Guys, we can't just

dump him in the shed.

No. But we could

build a room

inside the shed.

(Spikes)

That's good.

It's perfect.

I found

a boat we can steal.

It's f***ing fast.

Was a boat

on the list?

No.

So why are we

talking about a boat?

I'm trying to think

outside the box.

Come on.

Yeah, well, don't.

Whoa.

(Cat)

Guns are on that list.

Right?

Okay.

Yes.

Now be careful

with that, please.

World War II?

Safety's a little

edgy on that!

[gunshot]

F***, Spikes!

Man...

[loud knocking]

Shhh.

What?

Hear that?

[knocking continues]

Sh*t.

We're good?

We're good?

We're good?

Yeah.

Here I go.

What the f***?

(Cor)

it's okay.

(Willem)

What was that?

Yeah, it was just

f***ing Rambo

over here.

Listen, man.

Where have you been?

I've been thinking

about how we

grab Heiny.

We've been trying

to come up with

some ideas, too.

What you got?

If we're

going to do this,

we have to make sure

that the cops look

in the wrong direction.

That they have to believe

that whoever took Heiny

he's, like, some

big swinging dick,

like... Baader Meinhof?

Or Red Brigades?

Mafia?

And those f***ers

they don't mess

around. Yeah?

For a job like this,

they would have

military grade

weapons, radios.

They would have

a safehouse

to hold him.

They would have months

of preparation, months

of observation.

They would spend

at least a hundred grand.

Same old story, man?

Want to get rich?

You got to be

rich already.

Yeah.

If you want to do this

on a shoestring, fine.

But the cops are going

to look for a bunch

of local jerkoffs

and they're going

to nail us f***ing flat.

Oh, f*** it.

(Cor)

Let's pay another visit

to the bank.

(Cor)

Remember:
shoot

at the ground.

We know.

Okay, guys.

Let's go.

Now!

On the ground! Now!

[shouting]

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