Kidnapping Mr. Heineken

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So you've decided

to make your own luck.

I can understand that.

I made Heineken

into a world class brand.

Me. On my own.

It's worth billions now.

I did that.

And not by sitting

on my ass either

waiting for the stupid

money fairy

to hit me on my stupid

damned head.

You know

that what you're doing

is completely stupid.

Unless, of course,

you pull it off,

in which case it can be

completely brilliant.

Yeah. I suppose

if I were in your shoes,

I would do

exactly the same.

[baby crying]

(Cor)

Ah, there he is.

What are you doing?

Huh?

(Cor)

What are

you doing?

You can't bring

a kid to this.

He can wait

outside with Brakes.

[sigh]

This is fucked up.

[several shouting]

Listen, it's

not fucked.

It's fine.

Cat, can you put

the kid down, please?

Just give him

to my little brother.

Right. Now,

is everyone ready?

(Cat)

Yes.

Is everyone ready?

(Spikes)

Yeah!

Alright, let's do this.

(Cor)

Well, it's a pleasure

to finally meet you,

Mr. Iverson.

My name is Cor Van Hout.

This is Mr. Holleeder,

Mr. Boellard, and Mr. Meijer.

We're here today

in the hope

of asking you

for a loan.

A loan?

(Willem)

Yeah.

It's a business loan.

And what particular

sort of...?

Construction.

(Cat)

Yeah, we

were doing well.

(Willem)

Yeah, really well.

You've been running

a company employing

a hundred men?

Yeah, well, we were

all equal partners,

yeah, right down

the middle there.

Um, Mr. Boellard here

is a master carpenter.

Mr. Meijer has a...

if these numbers

are real,

you're in

fine shape.

Surely, if

you've been making

this kind of money,

you must

have investments

that you could stake

as collateral?

(Cor)

Uh, well, we had, uh,

you know, cars,

and we had boats

and we had

some race horses but...

Equities, bonds,

pension funds?

When the recession hit,

we cashed in.

The cars,

the boats,

the horses?

It's for paychecks, uh,

for guys living

from one Friday

to the next.

I think

you can understand

that their kids

can't live or eat off IOUs.

I think, maybe,

what you haven't heard,

Mr. Big Manager,

is that, uh,

there's a world

of hurt out there

right now...

Oh, believe me,

I know.

Well, we still got

a building.

Great.

What's the address?

Uh, it's Leidsegracht.

Six six three.

Hold on.

Leidsegracht?

The commune?

Commune?

It's a bunch of punks

that don't pay their rent.

It's hardly

a fucking commune.

Yes.

Squatters.

We're in the process

of evictions.

Government says

once they change

the locks,

they've got rights.

So that means lawyers.

I do see your problem.

But you're

welcome back

when you solve it.

[shout of frustration]

[baby crying]

(Cat)

Guys like him

don't lend money

to guys like us.

We'll get the punks

out of the building.

Yeah.

How are you

going to do that?

(Cor)

Yeah. I got

an idea.

Alright, listen.

You're going

to love this.

(Cor)

it's time to go, boys!

Hey, what's going on?

Time to go!

(Spikes)

Open up!

(Cor)

Cat, get in through a window,

not the front door!

[banging]

Open up!

[shouting]

(Cat)

Come on down!

(girl)

You don't

scare me!

You fucking stink!

[shouts]

Whoa!

I'll come back

for you.

Get the f*ck out!

[banging]

Coming!

[banging continues]

Fucking coming!

[shouting]

(man)

Oh, shit!

(girl)

Get out of here!

Shit.

(man)

Oh, shit!

Oh!

[shouting]

(punk)

Get the f*ck

out of here.

Oh, shit.

[shouting]

You going

to go?

Go and get

the f*ck out of here!

Get the f*ck out!

Go on!

[police sirens]

(pothead)

Now you're in trouble!

Go! Go!

Everyone out!

(police officer)

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