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AMSTERDAM EMPIRE IS FICTIONAL AND NOT BASED ON REAL EVENTS.

ITS CHARACTERS DO NOT DEPICT REAL PERSONS.

DISTRICT COURT CENTRAL AMSTERDAM

My client currently cannot even meet her most basic needs.

She's been condemned to homelessness, moving from place to place.

- The Krasnapolsky and the Amstel Hotel. - Mr. Van Doorn.

She has now had to move again, all with borrowed money,

because Mr. Van Doorn has blocked her access to their joint accounts

while he lives in luxury with his new partner.

And to remedy this so-called homeless existence,

you're now requesting temporary alimony

of 25,000 euros per month?

And to be awarded the marital home.

Mr. Van Doorn?

No, unfortunately, that's not possible.

My house was custom-equipped for me

with bulletproof glass, reinforced doors, and a panic room.

I'm a public figure.

- My net worth is even listed in Quote. - Estimated too highly.

There are a lot of shady people who think I have tons of cash lying around.

Don't be dramatic.

Not a single attempt was ever made.

Ms. Jonkers.

My client had to call the police just last week due to domestic violence.

The flowerpot thing?

Marjolein won't even leave the house.

Marjolein is his current partner. She's pregnant and deeply traumatized.

She attacked me with a meatball.

Ma'am! Sir, please.

Mr. Pinas, what is your client's proposal?

Well, given the current situation and my client's safety,

we have no choice but to ask that the marital home be granted to him.

In addition, he's willing to pay

5,000 euros a month in spousal support.

Five... five th...

Five thousand?

That's not even a tenth of the dirty money flowing into those coffee shops every day.

Betty, 5,000 euros a month

is twice what the average hardworking Dutch person takes home.

And, Your Honor, that's more than you make monthly

for the important work you do here every day.

Very subtle, Maurice.

Ladies and gentlemen, the purpose of this provisional measure

is to keep the situation livable for both parties

until the ruling in the main proceedings.

Therefore, I will grant the marital home to the gentleman,

and the lady will receive alimony of 15,000 euros per month.

At the next hearing, we'll go into the rest of the division in more detail.

- How did it go? - It went well. We can stay in the house.

- Thank goodness. - You're safe.

Oh, safe! Drop the act. No one's watching.

Normal people don't do everything for the camera.

No, Marjolein?

Only when you're wearing a collar, is that it?

Betty, please. Go see a doctor. You're insane.

Honey, relax. Let's just go furnish the baby's room.

Don't react to that.

- Bye, Betty. - Come on.

What matters most is that you have enough money to live on and pay...

I don't care about the house. I want The Jackal.

You'll have it.

There are already over 150 witnesses on your side.

Betty's team is gathering testimonies.

People claiming that it's not you, but Betty who runs The Jackal.

Like who?

Well, fired staff, a few unhappy clients posting on Yelp.

It's all a bit pathetic, really.

Betty's crazy, but not stupid.

- Is Bolle among them? - Who?

Bolle.

Roy Brugmans. The other shareholder.

Not that I know, but don't worry.

Did Betty gain weight?

- Or does she have fillers? - What are you on about?

- I can't really tell in these photos. - Mom, she still looks great.

- And her ass? - What the fuck, Mom?

Do you want me to say my stepmother has a nice ass?

It's been lifted.

Has your taste in men evolved in the meantime?

- Honey, we should catch up a little. - You don't want to catch up.

You want to quickly make up for the past ten years.

Oh, come on.

Don't be so dramatic.

We talked all the time.

No. Three times because you needed money.

We Skyped more often than that.

Nobody Skypes anymore. That's my point.

Honey.

You're giving off lots of negative energy. Do you realize that?

- Yes. - You want an update?

- Please. - Fine.

Detoxing was awful. My father's betrayal really hurt.

And my narcissistic mother's silence was pretty painful.

But cutting out all that crap was cathartic. Now I'm happy.

I can tell.

What the hell is this?

Look, it's covered in mold. Goddammit.

Oh, yeah. This one too.

Fucking Tichelaars.

Yeah, same story here.

Hi, honey bunny!

Why are you calling with a Dutch number?

Because I am in the Netherlands.

Yes!

Since when?

That's nice, honey.

If you say so.

Honey, we'll be in Amsterdam shortly.

Do you want to grab a beer with me?

It doesn't have to take long.

Maybe tonight?

- Yeah! - Mom, stop.

I can't wait to see you!

Oh, she hung up.

Have you talked to Betty since Bolle's party?

- Maybe. - Cut it out.

Yes, I have.

Did she say what the outcome was?

Bolle will only help her if she sleeps with him.

Jesus, what a fucking pervert.

I almost want her to do it.

Jesus.

Where are you going, Betty?

How were things in court?

Good. Today was just about temporary measures.

Alimony and who gets...

So why did you run from us?

No, are you nuts? I wasn't running away.

You moved and didn't even send us a card.

I hope you haven't forgotten our deal.

No, but I can't change the Dutch legal system.

There'll be another hearing soon about...

Have you won over that shareholder yet?

You promised us an empire.

That's the only reason you're still alive. Do you realize that?

Everything will work out.

It will for us, yes.

If we can't do it your way, we'll do it our way.

And one more thing, Betty.

If you run away from us again,

I'll assume you're trying to screw us over.

And if you do,

Noud will start breaking your fingers.

Do you understand?

Call us when you know more.

Bye.

IS YOUR HANGOVER GONE YET?

FRESH AS A DAISY

I HAVE MY MOTHER'S LIVER I COULD DRINK RADIUM

READY TO RENEGOTIATE? THIS BITCH DOES NOT GIVE UP THAT EASILY

ONLY IF IT'S AT THE BREAKFAST TABLE AFTER A NIGHT WITH YOU

Can I ask a question?

I'm paying a fortune to live in a building with a doorman for my safety,

and you let that piece of trash walk right in?

He said he was a friend.

A friend? I don't have friends.

Understood?

Loud and clear.

I'm going through a tough time right now.

I understand, ma'am.

How are you, baby?

You're still my friend, right?

Yes, I love you too.

Ms. Jonkers, there are people to see you. Should I send them away?

- Come on in. - Thank you.

I'm happy to see you, Shanti.

Don't exaggerate. Your dress is over the top enough.

This is fun.

How are you doing?

Badly.

I know what you're going through.

Anyway, Patrick told me about your plan.

I think it's a good idea. I'm happy to help.

- Jack deserves it. - Thank you.

But not for free.

You'll be paid royally.

No, not money. Money is not enough.

What's better than money?

Shares.

Not for me. For my children.

The Jackal has to go to Katya and Patrick, effective immediately.

Uh, no. That's not possible.

Why not?

I can't give away something I don't own.

Then promise me.

On paper.

I can just take a bus back home.

You don't have to.

I mean,

if you have enough credible witnesses, then...

All right, you'll get what you want.

Thank you. Good.

I'll go get ready.

My name is Shanti Thea Boldewijn.

I was born in 1974 in Amsterdam.

I was married to Jack van Doorn from 1995 to 2003.

During that time, you and Mr. Van Doorn founded The Jackal together?

That's right, in 1996.

Once he had unlimited access,

he was stoned all day,

from early morning until late at night.

Too stoned to have a conversation.

- We have to talk about the Tichelaars. - You know your mother was in the country?

Yes, I just found out.

How did you know?

Here.

This just came in.

So I had to do all the work.

And I did, out of love, of course.

I loved him.

I did everything for him and for The Jackal.

That's just how it was.

Jack was the face, and I was the brains behind the scenes.

Would The Jackal have been this big without you?

No. Do you know what they called him?

Jacky Banana.

- Jacky Banana? - Total bullshit.

Because he was always as stoned as a monkey.

Without me, that place would've gone bankrupt in a month.

Why is she siding with Betty? Don't they hate each other?

They want to destroy me.

Together. And they have Patrick.

They've got fired staff, angry customer stories,

and 500 fucking photos of me with a joint

as so-called evidence.

Oh, that fucking sucks.

Yes, it fucking sucks.

Oh, Dad.

- Did they approach you? - No.

Please tell me you're on my side.

Yes, of course.

This is going way too far.

What do you want me to do?

Just... tell the judge the truth.

"Impulse control issues, violent outbursts."

"Ms. Jonkers may be suffering

from a mental disorder or a mood condition."

Who exactly is this Marie-Paule Loomans?

A psychologist Jack and I saw a couple of times for couples therapy.

"A combination of obsessive personality traits,

narcissistic tendencies, and a complete lack of remorse."

Come on. That report is bullshit. Jack clearly told her to write that.

Yes, but the video doesn't lie.

It's out of context.

You supposedly tried to push Marjolein into the canal.

A pregnant woman.

There's no proof of that.

- Is there? - No, but that's not the point.

We're trying to present you as a level-headed businesswoman.

I had just found out that Jack was cheating on me.

I blacked out in rage.

Do you know how humiliating that is?

I understand.

And I think a judge might be fairly understanding about that.

But we're trying to convince them that you're the brains behind The Jackal.

We have Shanti and Patrick.

But they can be dismissed as bitter.

We also need objective voices.

How are things coming along with Bolle?

That's... not going to work out.

He's being unreasonable.

Betty, our whole plan depends on Bolle.

What do you mean "he's being unreasonable"?

Let me put it differently.

We need Bolle, and we have no time to lose.

There you are!

Now that you're here.

I can tell

that you're angry.

I am.

I'm happy to see you.

Don't act like you're here to see us. You're here to get back at Dad.

That's not true.

- You're not here for that? - I'm here for you guys.

Let's take it down a notch.

I've made mistakes,

but that's why I'm here.

To make up for them.

I'll make su...

I'll make sure

The Jackal goes to you and Patrick,

and not to that new baby.

To us? You mean to Betty.

No, sweetheart.

I made a deal with Betty.

The shares in The Jackal will go to the two of you.

I have it on paper.

You're angry with me.

I understand that.

But I don't understand why you're so loyal to your dad.

From what I've heard, he doesn't take you seriously.

He treats you like a punching bag.

Where do you think that will lead you?

All that is none of your business.

Has he ever thanked you?

Or asked for your opinion?

Has he ever considered you?

Or do you think he'll change?

Oh, sweetheart...

In that case,

I can guarantee you that will never happen.

Your dad has always been like this.

You haven't changed either.

It's only been a minute, and you're bashing Dad.

- Will you get to the point? - Yes, I certainly will.

I want my daughter to choose her own path.

I don't want her to waste the best years of her life on a man

who only thinks of himself, even if he is her father.

I don't want you to make the same mistakes I made.

Let me tell you what will happen in the next ten to fifteen years

if you keep working for him.

Jack will hold onto the helm

until he drops dead.

And if there's still a company left by then,

because times are changing and who knows if he can keep up,

until then, you'll always be number two.

And only one number counts for Jack.

Number one.

Noodles.

Yum.

I just talked to Mom.

You did?

Betty didn't promise her money.

Mom wants the shares to go to Patrick and me.

To you guys?

What do they want in return? That you'll testify against me?

And then you told her you think it's a stupid plan.

I mostly listened.

But you think it's a stupid idea.

I don't know.

Is it?

Do you think you can trust Betty?

Maybe I can.

I want more say.

Do you know anyone, besides me, who has more say than you?

- I want you to listen to me. - I do.

I warned you about those Tichelaars. And they delivered crap.

Just send it back. Happens all the time.

That's not the point. You let hyenas in.

No, I did what I had to do to keep the company afloat.

And I'll keep doing that.

If the Tichelaars step out of line, I'll kick them out and find someone else.

Give me one shot. You're about to be a dad again.

Take six months off and let me run The Jackal.

You're not ready.

I think I am.

A real killer says, "I know I am."

Let me try so I can learn.

Let you try? You just want to try?

What do you think this is? A summer course?

A trial internship? Jesus Christ.

I thought you were smarter than that. Be glad I'm not kicking you out right now.

Your time will come.

Did you wash?

Did you wash, or are you the same dirty pig you usually are?

What are you on about?

You'll get one chance with me tonight. One, and then never again.

You're going to wash, brush your teeth, trim your fingernails and toenails,

and trim those disgusting nose hairs.

Got it?

- For real? - In exchange for your support in court.

But we do it my way,

and those two skanks had better not be there when I get there.

I'll be there in an hour, so you'd better hurry up getting clean.

PUSSY WAGON

You look amazing.

Do you need something? Want a drink?

No, you're getting what you wanted. Just don't expect any pleasantries.

Did you wash?

Hands off.

Betty, you drive me crazy.

Don't you dare say my name.

You can have my body, but not my name and not my lips.

Hands on the headboard.

But I want to feel you.

Listen, worm. We'll do it my way or not at all.

If that's what you want, mistress.

You smell so nice, mistress.

You're so pretty, mistress.

You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

Mistress.

No. I want to see you.

I want to see you. Come on. I want to see you.

I want... Ouch, don't.

Do you have ice?

In the kitchen.

Hey, Betty, come on.

Come sit on top of me.

I'm a good boy, mistress.

I'm a good boy, mistress.

Betty, what are you doing?

Come on. This isn't fun anymore. Where are you? Mistress?

You've never felt this cold and hot at the same time.

You wanted to talk?

We both know what you want, so...

Name your price.

I'm here for my kids. Our kids.

Oh, please.

Seriously.

Spare me the Mother Teresa act.

That may work on your yoga hippies, but not on me.

You're here because you're still angry.

Because you didn't get what you wanted 20 years ago.

You wanted two million, right?

You know what?

Fine.

I'll give you two million.

Feel free to give it to the kids.

If you're really doing it for them. Or keep it. Buy yourself something nice.

- Not everything is for sale. - Not everything.

But many things are.

What are you hoping to accomplish with your

ridiculous plan?

Are you hoping Katya and Patrick will love you again?

Is that it?

That everything will just be forgiven?

Then I'm afraid you don't know our kids very well.

You know what I think, Jack?

That you're afraid.

If you're willing to hand over two million,

that means you're really scared.

And I'm loving it.

See you in court tomorrow.

Are you all right?

There have already been a few close calls for The Jackal.

Cops, Mafia, politics.

I never thought my worst enemy might be living under my own roof.

It'll be okay.

Do you promise to speak nothing but the truth?

- I promise. - You are now under oath.

If you do not speak the truth,

you may be prosecuted for perjury.

Do you understand?

I have received conflicting witness statements

from Ms. Jonkers and Mr. Van Doorn.

Both claim they run The Jackal.

I have invited several people, including you, to help clarify things.

In what period did you work at The Jackal?

I didn't.

You didn't?

No, I run my own grow shop.

As a result, I am in touch with growers

and other stakeholders involved in the coffee shop world.

So I'm always in the loop about what's going on.

I also supply a few folks who grow for The Jackal.

And honestly, in our world, it's not a secret that

Jack has a serious cannabis addiction

and is unable to make any real decisions because of it.

I can't make a judgment based on gossip. Do you have any concrete examples?

For as long as I can remember,

he'd light up a joint first thing in the morning.

And then he'd smoke them all day.

In the evening, he'd come home with samples from growers he'd met

and sit in front of the TV testing them.

By the time he was done,

he'd be so high,

he'd forget he even had kids.

So he was involved in the business.

Testing samples, meeting with growers...

No, it was just his excuse to feed his addiction.

Betty handled contacts.

She leveraged her entire network to draw celebrities to the business

and took care of designing the new locations.

Honestly, The Jackal only became a big company after she married Jack.

Ms. Knoops?

No questions.

Mr. Pinas?

Mr. Van Doorn, Patrick, may I ask you which growers you supply?

They wish to remain anonymous for fear of being arrested.

We'll just have to take your word for it?

Is it true that you spent time in a youth detention center?

- You already know the answer. - Yes, but please tell the judge anyway.

Yes, that's true.

For what?

- Burglary. - And?

And... vandalism.

And?

And... theft.

Where?

- In Loosdrecht. - At your father's house.

I had a bad boyfriend at the time.

- And that makes it okay? - I didn't say that.

But you need to know the context. I...

My mom had suddenly left.

And I got dumped at my dad's place. He had no idea how to handle my grief.

We clashed a lot.

So I ran away and got into trouble.

My dad refused to help me.

- And I was angry. - Are you still angry?

No.

You're not still angry at the father

who pressed charges against you

and had you sent to juvenile detention?

- No. - Patrick.

May I remind you that you're under oath,

and if you lie, you could go back to jail?

Your Honor, we have no further questions for now...

HOW IS IT GOING?

...but I may choose to press charges for perjury.

- You can wait here. - Thank you.

The new toy.

I'm not that new.

Have a seat. I won't bite.

No, thanks.

Do you promise to speak nothing but the truth?

Yes, I promise.

Ms. Van Doorn, I'm trying to get more insight

into how The Jackal operates and how it's organized.

You've been working there for...

Eight years. I started right after secondary school.

So we can assume you're well aware of everything going on inside the company?

- Correct. - I saw your video.

And I saw yours.

Where is your owner?

Are you waiting for your owner?

Aw, are you waiting for your owner?

I was actually waiting for you.

Ms. Van Doorn, can you describe your father's role in the company?

Join us.

For us, you are The Jackal.

This is the number of a bank account in Luxembourg

that Jack has opened in your name.

- There's five million in it. - Gosh.

- Five million? - Call the bank. They'll confirm.

Ms. Van Doorn?

My father's role is purely ceremonial.

What?

He has his photo taken with customers, does some PR...

If he had been in charge, The Jackal wouldn't exist anymore.

- This is bullshit! - We need killers, not addicts.

What did you promise her?

- Me? - Mr. Van Doorn.

- Stay the fuck away from my kids! - Mr. Van Doorn!

How sure are you that you'll win?

You know well that this is a gamble.

Betty will walk away with a ton of money, even if she loses.

The kids will inherit a third of the fortune instead of half each.

Either way, they're set for life.

But you?

Are you sure Patrick and Katya are going to take care of you?

If I may be frank,

I think this is your last chance.

Darling, Katya.

How did it go?

Ms. Boldewijn?

Can you tell me what the early days of The Jackal were like?

The early days of The Jackal were... really exciting.

A lot of fun.

Jack had a great idea, and I had the right connections.

- That's how it started. - And who was in charge at the time?

We both were, although...

Jack worked more in the shop itself.

Did he have a cannabis addiction during this period?

No.

- No? - No.

In your previous testimony...

I know what I said in my previous testimony.

- But that was a lie. - Excuse me?

I just swore an oath. So now I can't lie.

My previous testimony was false.

Why did you lie?

I had to, or rather, she asked me.

- What? - Betty offered me money.

That's a lie.

She also tried to bribe my kids.

- What are you on about? - See?

Betty never lifted a finger for The Jackal.

See? I told you.

Ms. Boomstra, this is outrageous.

This witness has clearly been influenced or intimidated.

She's a liar! She even admits it!

Order, everyone. Order!

What is this? What am I supposed to do?

No one's managed to bring forward a single credible witness.

Everyone's contradicting each other, even themselves.

I see there's one more witness on the list. Mr. Roy Brugmans.

And he's not even in the building yet.

That's off to a great start.

If no one can show some respect for the court, maybe we should end here.

My client has just confirmed that Mr. Brugmans is on his way.

- You fucked him? - Your Honor...

- Excuse me? - You did.

- Shut up, old fuck! - I know you did.

- Your Honor, speaking of respect... - Yes, indeed.

I suggest... The man is late.

He clearly does not respect you.

Late is late. Let's end this circus here.

- I want to hear from Mr. Brugmans. - Me too.

As a shareholder, he has a financial interest in telling the truth.

We'll wait.

So?

Did it work?

But we have one major problem. Bolle is on his way.

If he testifies, we're done.

Is there anything I can do?

How far are you willing to go?

I'm not going to sleep with him.

No.

We have to make sure Bolle can't talk.

We need Erik.

Jesus! Knock it off! That almost gave me whiplash.

I thought you liked it rough now.

You asked how it was.

Yeah, great talking to you. Okay, bye.

Well, this is a surprise. Hello. You must be Roy Brugmans, right?

I don't think we've met. Marjolein Hofman.

I know who you are.

- Hey, bro. - Jesus Christ, man.

- I told you time was of the essence. - Relax, bro.

- Do you have it? - No.

What do you mean "no"?

- Where is it? - In the car.

Go get it from your car, then.

What? I ordered it, didn't I?

I've always wanted to interview you.

- Me? - Of course.

I have to go inside. Shall I walk with you guys?

Sure. We have to go in too.

My Chinese intern Chan is digitizing everything for me.

- Really? - Yes.

Old photos, films, leaflets.

If you'd like to make a documentary, I have tons of material.

- Can I get your number? - It's really quiet in there.

Are you sure we're in the right place?

I've been here all day, so...

Here it is.

- Hey. - You still need to testify too?

- Yes. - Shit.

They're behind schedule, so we'll have to wait a bit longer.

I haven't even had lunch yet.

- Potato chip, anyone? - Yes, please.

- Great for your cholesterol, babe. - Ah, come on. Just one.

Do you want a Coke?

- I'll get heartburn. - Oh, yeah. I'll have some.

No.

Come on. Give the girl a sip.

No, it's my Coke. I do with it what I want.

I'll find one myself, then.

I have something for heartburn.

I recently had it due to the pregnancy.

If you want one...

Otherwise, you'll be sitting there later with acid reflux.

You don't want that.

What are you doing here? It's all the way on the other side.

Come on, then. Chop-chop.

Fucking Jack.

- Did you get it? - Yes.

It's just... he ran out of GHB, so I had to improvise a little.

Sorry, we were on the wrong floor.

Please sit down quickly, Mr. Brugmans.

Nice try.

Before we begin, I need to ask you to take the oath or make a solemn promise.

Which will it be?

I promise to tell the truth, and nothing but the truth.

Thank you, Mr. Brugmans.

You are here to clarify some things.

NO GHB

How long have you been a shareholder in The Jackal?

Certainly, since 2001. Jack wanted to expand The Jackal...

WHAT DID YOU GIVE HIM?

...and needed shops and money.

At the time, Mr. Van Doorn was still married to Shanti Boldewijn, correct?

Shanti Boldewijn.

Of course, his big childhood lo...

How much insight did you have into the inner workings of the coffee shop

in those early days?

Mr. Brugmans?

Mr. Brugmans?

Mr. Brugmans, can you hear me?

Do you understand me?

Yeah, no.

I understand you loud and clear. Really.

Oh, that's beautiful.

What is so beautiful, sir?

- What's so amusing, Mr. Brugmans? - You have to stop now!

You know who's behind this? He is.

That lunatic.

Mr. Brugmans has obviously been drugged.

Yes, do you hear that music?

Your Honor, I suggest we put an end to this circus.

I'm adjourning court and calling security.

I can't see this going wrong now.

- Thank you. - Of course.

If you're looking for Betty, she's in the bathroom.

- I want you to know why... - I know enough.

You bet wrong, princess.

You're fired.

No.

How did it go?

The ruling's still weeks away.

That's not what I asked. How'd it go?

- I'm optimistic. - Don't lie!

Bolle, your star witness,

was escorted out in his underwear.

He suddenly didn't feel well.

Before or after his statement?

I know enough.

Where are you?

- Do it. - Do what?

Who is "he"? Jack? What are you going to do, Gijs?

I warned you.

- You had your chance. - What are you going to do?

I'm helping you.

As long as you're still married, you'll inherit everything, right?

They're trying to kidnap me.

CUNT

REJECT

No!

CUNT

Hi, Erik's voicemail. Leave a message.

Calm down. He went that way.

There's the man himself. Jack van Doorn.

Subtitle translation by: Kelly True