Kidnapping Mr. Heineken Page #4

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Go, go, go!

Come on!

Go! Go!

[police siren]

(Willem)

Put your gun down!

[shouting]

Sorry!

Look out!

[girl screams]

He's gone

to the next canal!

That's it!

(Cor)

Cat! Get ready

to cut the rope!

Go, go!

I'll cover you!

[gunfire]

[shouting]

Come on!

Hurry up!

Come on!

Shoot at the ground!

Shoot at the ground!

Get down!

Sh*t!

[shouting]

Get out of the way!

Look out!

Hoo!

Woo-hoo!

You sure it's clear?

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, Cor.

Wow.

Now who's big

swinging d*cks?

Alright, it's time

to get down to business.

(Sonja)

How was your day?

(Cor)

Yeah, it was fine.

It was good.

Somebody robbed

a bank.

Yeah, I know.

I heard that.

With machine guns,

like, Al Capone.

They shot

hundreds of bullets.

[chuckles]

Hardly.

I don't think so.

It was all

over the radio.

And the TV.

Where have you been?

With Cat.

I was helping him

with his boat.

Where?

What do you

mean "where"?

At the, um, marina.

Up in Newlake.

Does he ever pay

you for stuff

like that?

Yeah. Yeah,

he does.

[paper wrinkling]

Mm.

Okay, okay.

Nice.

[sigh]

Amazing thing

about that robbery.

Mmm.

All that gunfire.

They didn't hit anyone.

Yeah?

Yeah, really.

Yeah, that's good.

Mm.

[distant chatter]

Thank you.

[distorted]

I've been waiting

for you, Obi-Wan.

That's good, right?

I'm going

to take that.

[distorted]

How much

do I owe you?

Hmm.

I'm going

to need a couple.

(guy)

May I ask

you something?

You're not from

around here.

No, I'm just, uh,

passing through.

Here's my private

telephone number.

I can show

you around.

(Cat)

I weighed it.

Thirty five million

is all we can carry.

Maybe the wood blocks

that were heavier

than the money.

No, they're not.

I checked.

It'll all have to be

small denominations.

(Cor)

Yeah, and

different currencies.

I've carried

twice as much.

Oh, aren't you one?

I already picked

out my Ferrari.

A Ferrari?

Yeah!

You couldn't handle

a Ferrari.

You can

barely handle

a scooter.

F*** you, man.

You want a Ferrari

because you got

a small dick.

F*** you, man.

[all laugh]

Ahhh!

[silence]

[click]

(shouting over machine)

Ahhh!

I didn't hear anything.

Yeah, well.

I'm surprised.

Well.

Yeah.

We have to test

these as well.

[click]

Cat?

Oh.

Cat?!

(Cor)

Where is everything?

What happened

to the cells?

What's going on?

What...?

What's going on?

Where is everything?

(Cat)

I want you to think

of the Anne Frank house.

(Spikes)

Oh, yeah.

Anne Frank!

F***ing brilliant.

[clapping]

You're a genius.

Come again.

You're a f***ing genius.

Where's the door?

Ask and you

shall receive.

We did do

a door, right?

[laughter]

Ah, good job.

[typewriter clacking]

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