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ONE YEAR AGO
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Good evening to our viewers, and welcome back to Campus Talk.
A very warm welcome
from one of the most gorgeous lecture halls in the Netherlands.
Yeah, it's just filled to the brim.
There's a mountain of folks that came still waiting in line,
and that definitely shows the popularity of tonight's special guest.
He is the founder and owner of one of the world's
most beloved coffee shop chains, The Jackal.
One of the richest in the Netherlands, cannabis icon, so on and so forth.
With us, to be interviewed here tonight by myself and these students,
is none other than Jack van Doorn!
Okay.
Let's hear it!
Nice to meet you.
-Likewise. -It's a pleasure to be here.
Jack.
Sit down with us.
Take a seat there.
Uh, okay, so before we jump in here,
were you having a joint just before this?
Yeah, I decided to partake a little. Figured that'd be all right.
Okay, and where is that joint right now?
Uh, I gave it to that guy over there.
-Uh, that one right there. -Oh.
-I see. That's too bad. -He'll have a good time tonight.
Yeah, well, I got one right here.
If you want.
I could, uh…
Uh, let's go.
Yeah?
-Yeah, I'll do it. -Okay.
I see lots of people shaking their heads, going, "You can't! You can't! No!"
-No. -The director's panicking.
But you know what I think? I feel like we should do it.
Yeah.
Mm-hmm.
Yeah, yeah. There she goes.
I don't think my boss is gonna find this too amusing.
-You shouldn't have a boss, sweetheart. -Mm.
We should get to the questions now, right?
-Right. -Mm-hmm.
-Well… -Yeah?
-Yeah. -And?
It's decent.
Decent?
This is the best weed you've ever had.
Anyone else?
-Does anybody wanna try? -Well…
Oh, whoa. Good Lord.
You were first, kid.
-I can do this, right? -All right, settle down, guys.
Yeah, sorry.
-Yeah, this is getting out of hand. -He was first.
-Ready to go? -Thank you, man.
For sure. Go ahead.
-Jack. -Yeah?
-Will you come join me? -It was just starting to get cool.
-It's also cool here. -Yeah. Okay, I'm coming.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
You've been made familiar with the concept of this program, I hope?
-Could you explain it to me again? -Why, of course I can.
Yeah.
We ask the questions, and you answer them.
-Sounds great. -Are you ready?
-I'm ready for it. -Good.
-Jack van Doorn… -That's me.
-Yeah. -Are you really a criminal?
No, I'm not a criminal.
Oh fuck!
-Tell me where they are! -No, let me go!
-Where? -I don't know. I swear I don't!
-Oh yeah? -Goddammit!
How about now?
Fuck!
-Dammit, I really don't know. -Oh, yeah?
No, no, no, no, no.
I thought we were keeping her out of this situation.
-I want to help. -Yeah, I don't want your help, okay?
-Come on. Get out. -I'm not a child.
Yes, you are. You're my child.
Fuck off, now you wanna act like a mother?
Okay.
Katya.
Do you have any idea what we're actually doing here?
Those assholes shot my father, so whatever it is, I wanna be there.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I don't think so.
If we get busted for this, they'll lock us all up
for a very long time.
And you are aware,
there's but a single way that this problem can be solved.
You're aware of that, aren't you?
And I don't want you, in any case, anywhere near when that happens.
So
let Mama and Betty
handle this issue.
I have no trust left for you anymore, Ma.
Why's that? The court thing?
This is war.
-Tell me where they are. -Goddammit!
-Where? -No! Oh my God.
Kat.
Goddammit, Betty.
Have you ever been able to talk her out of something?
-You should've locked her up. -Fuck off, Shanti.
-Ready to talk? -Hey!
-Go to hell, dammit! -Have it your way.
He's all yours.
And?
Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you where my family is.
So fingers, then?
-Well… -He doesn't have a phone?
It's right here, but it's locked with a code.
Hmm.
-Think we can break it? -What's the code?
Fuck you, bitch.
-Fingers. -Okay, Hannibal Lecter, hold up.
Crack a window. It reeks in here.
Look, these guys know what they're doing, okay? So…
-Oh, yeah? Well, they didn't get very far. -Yeah.
I wanna get that code.
Then we can send them a message from his phone and see if they answer us.
Okay, give us another half hour or so, and then, uh…
How difficult can it be to make a man talk?
I've had it with you disgusting pig farmers.
Give me the passcode now.
No.
Pull his underwear down.
Come on.
Goddammit.
Hey! Hey!
Still such a big talker, huh?
-No. -Code.
Code?
Cunt!
1482.
Jack.
Hey, honey. Jack?
Hey, sweetheart?
Sweetheart? Uh, hey!
Please, can someone help?
Oh Jesus. Oh God.
Jack!
-Jack! -Betty… Betty…
It's me. It's me, Marjolein.
Sir? Do you know where you are?
Mm.
Can you squeeze my finger?
It's Noud.
He says he has her, but he needs help.
Where?
I CAN'T TALK NOW
Sir, can you tell me who you are?
Jack.
Can you tell me where we are?
The ICU.
Do you remember what happened?
Katya. Katya.
Sweetheart, Katya's not here.
She's sorting things out at The Jackal. I promise.
-Katya. -It's all going to be fine, okay?
No. Tichelaar.
Hmm? What?
-Tichelaar. -What do you mean? Who is that?
Okay, take it easy.
Let us do our job first and see how well Jack has come out of his coma.
Call radiology. I want a CT scan as soon as possible.
Stay calm.
Westerflank parking lot.
I wouldn't trust that for a minute.
We're going.
Whether it's Noud or if it's someone else.
Either way, this lets us know he needs our help.
ON OUR WAY
Okay.
Hey, we'll call you once we're done. All right?
Okay. Thank you for this.
And our reward?
Oh, it's all set.
And after this, can we finally grab dinner?
-Harry. -Mm.
Never in 100 years.
-Aw, I know you'll come around. -Hmm.
Ready?
Let's go.
It's Dad.
Dad, how are you?
No, um, it's Marjolein.
-Is he okay? -Yeah. Yeah, he just woke up.
They're running some tests on him now, but it looks good.
Seems like he's going to be okay.
Uh, gimme a sec. He, uh… he's all right.
I'll… I'll… I'll ask, yeah.
-Uh, yeah. -Are you at home right now?
No, I'm at The Jackal.
Do you think I could talk to my father for a minute, please?
Yeah, it'll have to be later. Uh, the doctors are with him now.
But listen. There's something, and I'm not sure what it means,
but does the name Tichelaar ring a bell?
What's it to you?
Well, that was the first thing he said once he was awake, and your name.
I thought he was trying to give you some kind of a warning.
Oh.
I mean, maybe that's the guy who shot him.
Is that what he said?
No, but what else can it mean, right? Just lay low for now, okay?
I'll go tell the police so they can find him--
Wait, no. There's no need for police. They have nothing to do with it.
I know the Tichelaars.
They're one of our suppliers, and we've never had any issues with them.
Okay, but then why would Jack say that?
No idea. What do you think someone who just got out of a coma is thinking?
Katya, this unhinged person is still out there. Even if it's nothing…
There is nothing going on with the Tichelaars.
Don't give the police anything they can use to put us away. All right?
Just wait patiently until my dad can talk, and let us handle this, okay?
Okay.
Thanks a bunch.
See you later.
Good Lord, we have a problem.
-Kat? -Where are you?
-In bed. -In bed?
Yeah. What?
Dad's awake.
Oh.
Is everything okay with him?
I guess, but you need to get to the hospital right now.
Why? What is it?
Tell him we have everything with the Tichelaars covered,
but he has to do something with Marjolein 'cause she wants to go to the police.
What… what the fuck are you talking about? What's going on?
They're the guys who shot him, dude. Get a clue.
And who is… Who's we?
Mom, Betty and me. Do it right now, and no police. Okay?
Thank you.
Where the fuck did he drag us to now?
POLICE INVESTIGATE CRIMINAL TIES OF THE TICHELAAR FAMILY
Jesus.
PIG FARMERS SUSPECTED OF MURDERING VETERINARIAN
He's throwing himself some kinda fuck-off party.
I'll get him.
I didn't know you smoked weed.
Girlfriend, please.
-So you two would come here to fuck? -Mm.
I think I saw every corner of this cabin.
Jesus.
In hindsight, I think those were the best months of our relationship.
By then, things between us were essentially over with.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
I'll just say it like it is.
I don't think
that we were ever, in reality, a very good match.
I mean, I was attracted to how ambitious he was,
and I think he was very excited by the fact that I could show him
a whole new world he'd never seen, but yeah.
And once he finally did see it,
there was almost nothing left.
I think it was pretty much the same for us.
But he was a good fuck.
Yes. No, that he was good at.
I'm gonna go see if there's anything to eat in there.
Hey.
You'll survive this struggle.
Hey, Fox.
Go check and make sure we got 'em all.
Did you take a picture yet?
Where is Noud?
Just leave the door open. Since that guy got here, it reeks.
-Hey! -Shut up!
-Come on! Let me out! -There hasn't been anyone here for years.
-You won't find any food. -Hey!
-No, that makes it worse. Don't do that. -Shanti. Come on.
Hey, this fridge is still on.
And there's milk.
It's not even expired either.
Who the hell even brought this here?
Not me.
Me neither.
Come on! Hey!
-Hey! -I told you to shut up!
Hey! Get over here, goddammit!
-This is so annoying. -Hey!
Let me out! Come on!
Hey!
You're making things much worse for yourself there, buddy boy.
I can give you money.
I know where my father keeps all of his money. Millions.
-"Millions." -And the locations of our plantations.
On top of the money.
Mountains of weed.
Your plantations?
-How many? -Dozens.
In stables, farms. I have a…
a notebook I can give you with all the addresses.
Need any help?
Nah, I got it.
No. No! No!
Sh. We're all done here.
Patrick?
Hey.
Uh, what are you doing here?
Believe it or not, I've spent more time here than anywhere else.
That inheritance will have to wait a little longer.
Very funny.
I was worried, okay?
Just like everyone else was.
Where, um, is Marjolein?
Um, I think she went outside to make a phone call.
Mm. Kat wanted me to tell you that, um, she's, uh, sorting everything out
with the Tichelaars, and she wants you to keep Marjolein at bay.
-No cops. -What?
-Why? -Yeah, she didn't tell me either.
Uh, she just says that, um, Mom and Betty are helping.
Hey.
Hi there. Um…
-Are you okay? -Yeah.
Hmm?
What are you guys talking about?
Hmm? Mm.
Oh, nothing.
Would I be able to talk with your dad for a little?
-Yeah. -Is that all right?
-Totally. -Thank you.
Yeah.
-Hi, honey. -Hey.
Oh Jesus.
I'm incredibly glad that you made it.
It was very, very close. You know that, right?
Weeds never die.
I was just so worried about you, Jack.
Sorry, honey.
The police asked if we could call them as soon as you were awake.
Let 'em wait for a while.
Look, I know it's soon, but as long as that shooter is still uncaptured,
they're a very real threat.
Hey. Could you make out the person who shot you?
No.
No?
No.
You said a name, once you were awake. Tichelaar.
-Did I really say that? -Yes.
I can't recall.
Tichelaar?
I made a few calls and did some homework,
and those Tichelaars are hardened criminals.
They grow weed for you. Katya told me about it.
It's the first thing you said out of your coma,
and now you're saying it was nothing?
Hey.
You know you can be honest with me.
Why won't you tell me the truth?
What's standing in your way? I feel like the police should know about this.
No, no, no, no.
If the police are able to link them to us, then it's all over.
The whole company goes under. That's not a risk I can stomach.
Risk to who? What do you mean? Who's at risk?
-What, The Jackal? -Yeah.
Fuck The Jackal.
You were almost dead.
Jesus, Jack, what?
-I… I'm really scared about this. -You don't have to be scared.
Whatever's going on, we'll handle it our way, without police. Okay?
And how are you gonna do that?
Don't worry that pretty little head about it.
What are you saying right now? Isn't this important for me too?
-Those men were the ones who shot you. -Marjolein, stop. Stop.
I think this is wrong. I wanna call the police right now.
-Hey, I said… I told you we're fine. -You're not thinking clearly right now!
Don't do something you'll regret, okay?
Are you threatening me?
You have no idea what's going on, so stay the fuck out of my business!
-What are you-- -I'll figure it out myself.
And then I will work this out from there, like I've done for 30 years now.
I don't want any part in this mess anymore.
Marjolein, I'm sorry. Marjolein?
Marjolein, sorry.
Marjolein!
Fuck.
How long have those guys been gone for?
Almost two hours.
Shouldn't they already be done?
I guess they're busy, then. All right, Katya?
I… Yeah.
Yeah, we're leaving right now.
What?
Where are we going? This is the only place I could think of.
Shit.
Wait, should I call the hospital?
-Pa? -And Noud?
Um…
-Noud'll come along. -What?
We'll drive him around without a plan?
I don't have an answer for you, Katya.
Let me think for a second, okay?
Get the car going.
I'll get Noud.
Shit.
-Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. -No, no, no. No, hey.
-What the fuck did we do? -It's gonna be okay.
Mom?
Car keys.
Keys, now!
Or I'll slit her throat like a pig, right here.
-No. -Betty, please. He's serious.
-Betty. -Do you think you can trust him?
Keys! Now!
No, I'm fed up.
Betty, do it, please.
-Katya. -Bet, we have to.
-I'll go get the keys. -Kat?
Katya.
Give 'em over.
-Give 'em! Hurry up. -Kat, if we don't fight, we're dead.
I said hurry up.
Give me the keys, goddammit.
Kat… Katya.
Give 'em.
You conniving little shit!
What the hell?
-What is wrong with you? -How did he break free?
I have no idea, Betty! How should I know?
-I don't know how he got out! -His hands were tied. You must've helped.
Oh my God, guys, please.
I heard you talk about the grow farms. Did you let yourself be bribed again?
-Betty, are you serious? -Yeah.
So you… so you… so you think I'd risk my own daughter…
It wouldn't be the first time.
Guys, stop! Both of you.
Are you insane?
This entire fucking mess, Betty, is your fault!
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Guys, we're fucked!
Noud!
Noud.
Noud!
Katya. Katya.
Katya, where's the gun?
Where's the gun?
No, son!
Son!
Katya.
Sorry, honey.
I really am.
What happened?
Pat, you might wanna leave for this.
No way.
I'm not leaving.
Jack. Was the shooting a surprise?
Hello, Betty.
We need to talk.
Yeah.
Yeah, we should talk.
Hello, Betty.
Hello, Jack.
How are you?
Healing.
-And you? -I'm also healing.
So much has happened.
I'm not sure I'll ever be able to fully process it.
But I definitely know the Tichelaars got what they deserved.
Hmm.
I, um… I hope you know I never wanted this.
Neither did I.
Things went a little, uh,
out of control in the end.
Yeah.
I would've liked to handle some things differently.
And I'm not just talking about us breaking things off,
and all the things that came later, but also before.
Sorry if I hurt you. Really.
I wanna say sorry too.
We hadn't been doing well for a while. I couldn't see it. Didn't want to see it.
I've always loved you, but I lost myself.
Neither one of us are the same people today
that we were when we'd gotten together.
No.
But that doesn't mean we didn't have good times together.
We had some great ones together.
That's why I'd really like
to end our chapter together the right way for you.
Right down the middle. I still feel like that's fair.
Me too.
Okay.
-So 20 million. -No.
No, split everything, including the Jackal.
-Betty… -No, Jack.
I already told you, money isn't enough.
-Thought we were finally on the same page. -We are on the same page.
But one has nothing to do with the other. This is business.
I've always seen myself as a victim, as if everything happened to me.
My rough childhood, my dwindling career, my marriage problems,
but I will never see myself like that again.
So? You want The Jackal too?
No, I want what's rightfully mine.
I've stood by you all those years.
Because of my sacrifices, my efforts, and my advice,
you were able to build the business into what it is.
I wanna reap the benefits.
Forget it. No shot. I don't want that.
Okay. Then I take the Jackal, and you take the money.
Fine by me.
Or I can reject your offer and keep waiting
and see what the judge says.
And I think my odds are better than yours for that.
That wouldn't be smart.
Why not?
I found it in front of the cabin.
So?
So that would mean that Guido was there not too long ago.
My guess is right before he died
or was murdered.
How?
You let Guido hide out there after the grow farm got busted.
The best thing for you would be if he took the blame or fled.
But he'd never do that. He'd never desert Angela.
I don't think you wanted him dead. You're not that kind of monster.
But when push came to shove? Huh?
When it was between you and him, you chose yourself, as always.
So you were stuck with a body in a forest,
about 100 kilometers from where you dumped him in the IJ.
Hm?
Am I close?
Of course I am.
I know you, Jack, better than anyone. I know how you think.
And that lighter proves that whole plan?
No, the lighter proves nothing.
But the cameras along the way might.
There are three routes from the cabin to the bridge where his car was found.
Hmm? How certain are you they won't show anything?
There are security cameras, speed checks.
I feel like it's a very hard story to believe.
-Oh yeah? -Yeah.
There are two possible endings to this story.
Number one, you take the risk.
But your perfect reputation is gone.
You can say goodbye to The Jackal,
and you're looking at a lifelong prison sentence.
I don't think either you or I want that.
And there's ending number two. Hmm?
You give me The Jackal,
and your secret is safe.
So you tell me.
How sure are you really?
SIGNATURE: BETTY JONKERS AMSTERDAM
This still isn't over, Betty.
SIGNATURE: JACK VAN DOORN AMSTERDAM
-Jack van Doorn. -That's me.
Are you really a criminal?
No.
I'm not a criminal.
You do business with criminals, don't you?
The Red Light District was always full of criminals.
I overcame every one of them.
Only The Jackal is still there.
I did things differently.
A jackal.
Isn't it a predator?
An opportunist?
Listen, a jackal isn't the largest creature in the jungle.
It's not the strongest, and it's certainly not the quickest, either.
It lets others handle
the brutal killing and risky work up until the right moment,
when it can take what it wants to.
A jackal knows exactly
when to be invisible…
and when to strike.