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AMSTERDAM EMPIRE IS FICTIONAL AND NOT BASED ON REAL EVENTS.

ITS CHARACTERS DO NOT DEPICT REAL PERSONS.

ONE YEAR AGO

SMOKING PROHIBITED

Ladies and gentlemen, your attention, please.

We will begin filming shortly.

We will go live in ten seconds. Everybody ready?

We're starting in five, four, three, two, one...

Good evening.

Welcome to Campus Talk.

A warm welcome

from one of the most beautiful lecture halls in the country.

It's filled to the brim.

There's even a line of people waiting outside.

That says a lot about the popularity of tonight's guest.

The founder and owner of world-famous coffee shop chain The Jackal.

One of the richest people in the country, cannabis icon, you name it.

Tonight, together with these students, I'll be interviewing

the one and only Jack van Doorn.

Take a seat.

Make yourself comfortable.

Before we get started, were you just smoking a joint over there?

A few quick puffs. Figured that'd be fine.

And where is that joint now?

I gave it to that guy over there.

That's too bad.

Yeah, well, I have another one.

If you want.

I could easily...

Yes, nice.

Let's just do it.

- I'll light it. - I see people shaking their heads.

"Don't." The floor manager is panicking.

But you know what, we're gonna do this.

There she goes.

My boss will not be happy.

That's why you shouldn't work for one.

- I have to know my subject. - Exactly.

- Well... - Yeah?

- Yeah. - So?

Not bad.

Not bad? This is the best weed you've ever had.

- Does anyone want to try? Yes? - Well, I...

Whoa, easy, guys.

You were first.

- I can do this, right? - No. Oh boy. Sorry.

- This is getting out of hand. - He was first.

Here you go, king.

- Thanks. - Go ahead.

- Jack. Come join me. - We were just starting to have fun.

It's fun here too.

- Okay, I'll come. - Yeah?

I hope you are familiar with the concept of this show.

- Can you explain it one more time? - Sure.

- Yes. - We ask questions, you answer them.

Sounds good.

- Ready? All right. - I'm ready.

That's me.

Are you a criminal?

No, I'm not a criminal.

No, let me go. I don't know, dammit. I really don't know. Goddammit.

Fuck. Dammit, I really don't know.

No.

I thought we were keeping her out of this.

- I want to be here. - I don't want you here.

- Leave. - I'm not a child.

You are. You are my child.

Fuck off! Now you wanna act like my mother?

Do you have any idea what we're doing here?

Those bastards shot my dad. I want to be here for this.

Yeah. The answer is no.

If we get caught, they'll lock us up.

For a very long time.

You do realize there's only one way to solve this?

You do realize that, right?

And I want you to stay out of that.

So let Mom and Betty take care of this.

I don't trust you anymore.

What? That stuff in court? This is war.

No. Oh my God.

Dammit, Betty.

Have you ever talked her out of anything?

- You should have locked her up. - Piss off, Shanti.

- You leave us no choice. - No! Fuck!

Quiet, I said.

So?

I will never tell you where my family is.

Fingers?

- Well... - No phone?

There is. But it's switched off.

What's your PIN?

Fuck off.

- Fingers. - Hold up, Hannibal Lecter.

Open a window. It reeks in here.

- These guys know what they're doing. So... - Really?

- Yes. - They haven't gotten very far.

I want that PIN.

We can send a text from his phone and see if they respond.

Give us another half hour, and then...

How hard can it be to get a man to talk?

I've had it with you filthy hillbillies. Give me the PIN to that phone. Now.

No.

Pull his underwear down.

No.

And yet you have a big mouth?

- No. - PIN.

PIN?

14-82.

Honey.

Hey, honey. Sweetheart. Oh God.

Can someone please help? Oh Jesus. Oh dammit.

It's me. Marjolein.

Sir, do you know where you are?

Squeeze my hand.

It's Noud.

HAVE HER. NEED HELP.

- He has her, but needs help. - Where?

I CAN'T TALK NOW

Sir, can you tell me your name?

Do you know where we are?

Hospital.

Do you remember what happened?

Sweetheart, Katya's not here.

She's sorting things out at The Jackal.

- Everything will be okay. All right? - No. Tichelaar.

What?

- Tichelaar. - Who is that?

Take it easy. Let's see how well Jack has come out of his coma.

Call radiology. I want a CT scan as soon as possible.

COME TO WESTERFLANK

Westerflank parking lot.

I have a bad feeling about this.

We're going.

Whether this is really Noud texting or not,

either way, he needs our help.

ON OUR WAY

We'll call once everything's dealt with.

Thank you.

- And our money? - Oh, it's ready to be sent.

So are we finally going on a date now?

Harry, not in a hundred years.

You'll call me.

Ready?

MOBILE PHONE DAD

Hi, Dad.

No, it's Marjolein.

Yeah. He just woke up.

They're running some tests now, but it looks like he'll be okay.

Hang on.

He's all right. I'll ask... Yeah.

Where are you?

I'm at The Jackal.

Could I talk to my father for a moment?

Later. The doctors are with him now. But there's something.

I'm not sure what it means, but does the name Tichelaar ring a bell?

Why?

That was the first thing he said when he woke up. And your name.

I felt like he wanted to warn you.

Maybe that's the guy who shot him.

Did he say that?

No, but what else could it mean?

Just be careful, okay? I'll let the police know...

No, the police don't need to know this.

I know the Tichelaars. They're one of our suppliers.

We've never had issues with them.

Then why would Jack say that?

No idea. What does someone who just woke up from a coma think?

The shooter is still out there. I'm not risking it.

The Tichelaars are fine.

Don't give the cops anything they can use against us.

Just wait until my dad can talk and let us handle this.

Thank you. See you later.

Goddammit.

- Kat? - Where are you?

- In bed. - In bed?

- Yeah, what? - Dad woke up.

Is he okay?

I guess. You need to go to the hospital now.

Why?

We're sorting things with the Tichelaars, but he needs to keep Marjolein in check.

What the fuck are you talking about?

They're the guys who shot him, moron.

And who... who is "we"?

Mom, Betty, and me. Hurry. No police.

Thanks.

Where the fuck did he drag us to this time?

POLICE INVESTIGATE CRIMINAL TIES OF THE TICHELAAR FAMILY

Jesus.

PIG FARMERS SUSPECTED OF MURDERING VETERINARIAN

He's having a fucking party in there.

I'm heading over.

- I didn't know you smoked weed. - Girl, please.

So this is where you came to fuck?

Yes. I've probably seen every corner of this cabin.

Jesus.

I think those were the best months of our relationship.

Things were pretty much over between us by then.

I'll be honest with you,

I don't think we were ever really a good match.

I found his ambition attractive, and I think he was excited by the fact

that I showed him a world he didn't know yet, but, well...

Once he did know it,

there was not much left.

I think it was actually the same with us.

But he was a good fuck.

Yes, he sure was.

I'm gonna check if there is anything to eat.

You'll survive.

Hey, Fox.

Make sure we got them all.

Have you taken a photo?

Where is Noud?

Leave the door open. It reeks of that guy.

Shut up.

No one's been here in years. You won't find any food.

- That'll only make it worse. - Shanti, come on.

Hey, the fridge is switched on.

And there's milk. Not even expired. Ew, who even brought this here?

Not me.

Me neither.

I told you to shut up.

Hey! Get over here, goddammit!

This is so annoying.

You're only making things worse for yourself.

I can give you money. I know where my dad's money is. Millions.

"Millions."

And the locations of our grow sites.

On top of the money. Mountains of weed.

Grow sites? How many?

Dozens. In stables, farms...

I can give you all the addresses.

- Need help? - Nope.

No.

We're done here.

Hi.

What are you doing here?

I've spent more time here than not.

No inheritance just yet.

Funny.

I was worried, okay?

Just like everyone else here.

Where is Marjolein?

She went outside to make a call, I think.

Kat asked me to tell you something.

She's solving the Tichelaar problem. You need to keep Marjolein in check.

- No cops. - What?

- How? - I don't know either.

Mom and Betty are helping.

- Are you okay? - Yeah.

What were you discussing?

Oh, nothing.

Can I speak to your dad?

Yes. Of course.

- Thank you. - Sure.

- Hi, honey. - Hey.

Jesus.

I'm so glad you're still alive.

It was a close call. You know that, right?

Weeds never die.

I was really scared.

I'm sorry, honey.

The police asked us to call them when you woke up.

They can wait.

I know it's soon, but as long as the shooter's out there,

we're in danger, you know that.

Did you see who shot you?

No.

No?

No.

When you woke up, you said the name Tichelaar.

- I did? - Yes.

Doesn't ring a bell.

I made some calls and did some research. The Tichelaars are criminals.

They grow weed for you. Katya told me.

You want me to believe it doesn't mean anything?

You can be honest with me.

Why don't you just tell me?

What's stopping you?

- I think the cops should know this. - No.

If the cops link them to us, we're done.

We'll have to close shop. I can't risk that.

Risk?

What are you talking about?

For The Jackal?

You almost died. Jesus, Jack.

I'm genuinely scared.

You don't have to be scared.

Whatever is going on, we'll deal with it our way, yes?

How?

Don't trouble your pretty head with that.

What are you saying? This concerns me too. Did they shoot you or not?

- Stop it. - No, I think this is wrong.

I want to call the police.

- I told you I don't want that. - You're not thinking clearly.

Don't do anything stupid, okay?

- Are you threatening me? - Stay the fuck out of this!

I'll solve it myself. Like I've done for 30 years.

I want nothing to do with this anymore.

I'm sorry. Marjolein?

Marjolein, I'm sorry.

How long have they been gone?

Almost two hours.

Shouldn't they be back by now?

They're probably still working on it, Katya.

I... Yeah.

We need to leave.

And go where? This is the only place I could think of.

- Should I warn the hospital? Dad? - What about Noud?

- He'll come with us. - What?

And we'll just drive around with him?

I don't know right now, Katya. I need a moment to think, all right?

Get the car. I'll get Noud.

- No. It will be okay. - What the fuck did we do?

Car keys.

Keys.

Or I'll slit this pig's throat.

- No. - Betty, please. He's serious.

You think we can trust him?

Keys.

No. I'm fed up.

Betty, please.

Bet, please.

I have the keys here.

Give them to me.

- Hurry up. - If we don't fight, we're dead.

Hurry up, I said.

Give me those keys, dammit!

Give them to me.

Son of a bitch!

And you? What is wrong with you?

How did he get loose?

I don't know, Betty. How should I know?

His hands were tied. You helped him.

Guys, please.

I heard you talk about grow sites.

Did you take a bribe again?

Are you serious?

You think I would put my own daughter...

It wouldn't be the first time.

- Stop it. Both of you. - Are you crazy?

This entire mess, Betty, is your fault.

Guys, fuck.

Where's the gun?

Son.

Son!

I'm sorry, sweetie.

I really am.

What happened?

Pat, maybe you should go.

No.

I'm staying.

We need to talk.

Yes, we need to talk.

How are you?

I'm healing.

- And you? - Also healing.

A lot has happened.

I don't know if I'll ever be able to truly make peace with it.

But the Tichelaars got what they deserved.

I...

I hope you know I never wanted this.

Me neither.

Everything got a bit

out of hand.

I wish I had handled some things differently.

And I'm not just talking about our breakup and everything that happened after.

I mean, before that too.

I'm sorry if I hurt you.

I also want to apologize.

Things hadn't been working for some time. I didn't want to see it.

I've always loved you, but I lost myself.

I think neither of us is the person we were when we first met.

No.

But we did have some good times, right?

We had some great times.

That's why I'd really like to end things the right way.

Half each. That still seems fair to me.

I agree.

So 20 million?

No. Half of everything. Including The Jackal.

No, I told you that money wasn't enough.

- I thought we were having a good talk. - We are.

But this is business.

I always saw myself as a victim. Like everything just happened to me.

My rough childhood. My failing career. My marriage problems.

But I've decided to never see myself that way again.

And so you want The Jackal too?

No, so I want what I'm owed.

I stood by you all those years.

Thanks to my sacrifices, my effort, and my advice,

you were able to build it into what it is now.

I want to share in the rewards.

No way. I don't want that.

I'll take The Jackal. You get the money.

Or I can choose to wait and see what the judge says.

I prefer my odds to yours.

That wouldn't be smart.

Why not?

It was outside the cabin.

So?

So Guido was there not too long ago.

I'm guessing right before he died. Or was murdered.

You let Guido hide there after your den got busted.

The best thing for you would be if he took the blame or ran off.

But he'd never leave Angela behind.

I don't think you wanted him dead. You're not a monster.

But when it came down to it, when it was between you and him,

you chose yourself.

So you were stuck with a body in a forest

about 100 km from where you dumped him in the IJ.

Am I close?

Of course I am. I know you. I know how you think.

That lighter proves all that?

No, that lighter proves nothing. But the cameras along the route might.

There are three routes from the cabin to the bridge where his car was found.

How sure are you that there's no footage of you?

There are security cameras, speed cameras...

This is all very far-fetched.

There are two possible endings to this story.

Option one, you take the risk.

But you'll lose your squeaky-clean image

and The Jackal, and probably end up in jail for the rest of your life.

Neither of us wants that, I think.

Ending number two.

You give me The Jackal, and your secret is safe.

What's it going to be?

How certain are you really?

This isn't over, Betty.

That's me.

Are you a criminal?

No, I'm not a criminal.

You do business with criminals.

Even back when the Red Light District was full of crooks.

I survived all of them.

Only The Jackal is still there.

I did things differently.

A predator.

Opportunistic.

Look, a jackal isn't the biggest animal in the jungle.

Nor the fastest. Definitely not the strongest.

He lets the others do the brutal killing.

And at the right moment, he takes what he wants.

A jackal knows when to make himself invisible...

and when to strike.

Subtitle translation by: Kelly True