Lulk (2026) Movie Script
Professor Pienter!
Children!
Hello my sweet children!
Welcome to a new episode
of 'Professor Pienter'!
This week: a new scientific truth
about our strange world!
I'm will show you a video.
An experiment by the
primatologist Frans de Waal!
And you're thinking,
'A primatologist? A primatologist?'
That's someone who studies
'prime mates'?
Of course that's not true!
A primatologist knows all about apes!
Mr. Frans filmed apes,
and we're watching it.
Both apes have to
return a rock to the researcher.
But they don't get the same reward.
He gives a rock and gets cucumber.
He eats it.
The other ape also hands over a rock,
but he gets a delicious grape.
The first ape saw that
and expects a grape too.
But he gets a cucumber.
Now watch what he does.
So, my dear children.
The scientific truth of this episode is:
When primates feel
they are being treated unfairly...
then they become very angry...
Where is Durk?
Gone.
He is helping Bauke lay a driveway.
Bullshit.
He has to earn money!
He's probably inside.
Where can he hide?
There isn't any space!
Who is that, mommy?
Come inside.
It's just uncle Wabe.
- I want to go to Skippy!
We'll check Skippy later.
You can't stay here, Nynke.
Discuss it with Durk.
He's never here.
It's pay up or get lost.
Or I'm dragging this damn
caravan right off the yard.
I'm done.
Calm down.
- This isn't my problem!
I'll give him a call.
I want to call.
Ask Dad when he'll be home.
Hi, Dad.
- Hey, honey.
Hi, Jesse, how are you!
When are you coming home?
- Tell mom I don't know.
It's getting a bit later.
The car is broken again.
What?
Is the car broken again?
Is the car broken down again?
What are you wearing?
A jumpsuit.
I'll tell you later.
Where are you?
In the garage.
In the office, but the technician
is coming so I'm hanging up.
Mechanic?
Can't you fix it yourself?
No, not possible.
Text me what time you'll be home,
Wabe is very upset.
I'll text you...
tell Wabe it will be fine.
I'll pay him this weekend.
Bye, love.
Bye, love. Good luck with the car.
Fuck off, get out!
Or I'll shoot one of them.
Alright, calm down.
We're leaving.
Where are you?
Yes, with Mr. Groen.
Where are you?
Already there?
What are you doing there?
I am still here.
I ran into an office with clients
and I got stuck.
I didn't know where you were.
And now what?
What about me?
You can't leave me here.
What?
No sorry, come get me.
Listen...
Hand in your mobile phone.
Hey, you too!
This...
wasn't supposed to happen.
I don't actually
want to hurt you.
I am Durk.
What do you mean by 'actually'?
I am Bauke.
I am Hendrik.
Is it going okay?
This is the Sniff Snout.
To keep my breathing under control...
otherwise I'll have a panic attack.
The Sniffing Snout...
Better than demolishing half the office.
Doesn't anything calm you down?
Yes, lying on the couch and masturbating.
There must be something else
that makes you happy.
I just heard the Pizza Song...
Then I got this warm feeling.
My father had it on a cassette tape.
He played it loud when he was happy.
We all sang along.
The Pizza Song...
Join in.
It helps you too.
1, 2, 3, 4...
and out.
In...
and out.
Come on.
It helps with anxiety.
and out..
2... 3... and out...
But, Durk...
You won't hurt us, will you?
You're not a terrorist.
I mean, what is your plan?
Because I'd like to leave.
Stand up, turn around.
Hands behind your back.
Come on, stand up!
Snouty, not you.
Tie them up.
Hear the helicopter?
That's the DSI.
DSI? What's that?
They specialize in this:
hostage situations, terrorism.
They have thermal cameras,
arrest teams, snipers, and more!
How do you know?
I've had training for this.
I'm the manager of this bank.
You?
Just look.
And you say that now?
Why didn't you say that sooner.
Then you could have opened that safe.
My friend said...
You receive the money quickly
because banks are insured.
You, come here.
If you'd just handed it over,
this wouldn't have failed.
Then I'd be long gone,
and you went home...
And then we wouldn't be stuck in
this goddamn office!
Did you come here on horseback.
I said: Did you come
here on horseback?
What's that supposed to mean?
When you came here...
was it on horseback?
No, I didn't get here 'on horseback'.
Wouldn't surprise me.
You rob banks like it's the 18th century.
You really thought they'd
give sacks filled with dollars...
and off you'd go into the sunset?
Everything's digital,
we barely keep cash.
This isn't a fucking stagecoach!
Fuck off...
and shut up...
bank manager.
What? Who with...
Wait..
What did you say?
Hello, I'm Hanneke Bies. Negotiator.
Can you hear me?
Yes.
Is this Dirk de Vries?
- Call me Durk.
We need to understand the situation.
We're concerned...
The situation...
I let them talk me into
robbing a fucking bank...
and of course that went wrong.
And now I'm stuck here with
three poor souls.
Any further questions?
Can you hear me?
I can hear you.
Dirk, listen...
It is not Dirk, but Durk.
Durk.
No, call me De Vries.
Mr. De Vries, for you.
Okay, Mr. De Vries.
We'd like to resolve this.
This is an unpleasant situation.
Can we resolve it?
How can we resolve
this 'unpleasent situation'...
This is my fucking life
you're talking about.
Mr. De Vries, listen...
I always have to listen to you,
now you listen to me.
Okay, go ahead.
How can we solve this?
I want money.
I want money.
And a car.
No.
A helicopter.
Okay, I will...
How much money?
Three hundred thousand.
Here's what we'll do, Hanneke.
You buy three hundred thousand
worth of bitcoins.
Can I reach you on this number?
- Yes.
I'll text the address of my wallet,
and you can transfer the bitcoins.
It is two o'clock...
it will be online in an hour.
I will pass on your request,
but that's fast..
Fast?
It's not the 18th century.
It's digital. This is no stagecoach.
Mr. De Vries, I will pass on your request,
but I don't..
I'll check in an hour.
Three o'clock. Three hundred grand.
And if you don't...
then I'll shoot one of them dead.
I mean it.
A man's word is his bond.
Listen, Mr. De Vries, we will...
I'm texting the address of my wallet.
Oh, was it over there...
I'm a bit ADHD.
I always lose my keys at home too.
Turn around.
Welcome to The Voice of Holland.
Well, Mr. Bank Manager,
you had training.
What happens now in this
'unpleasant situation'.
I don't know, son.
It depends on you.
Then we'll wait until the money
is transferred.
Anyone have a joke?
A joke?
They talked you into
robbing a bank. Why?
Because of my debts.
Don't you have a job?
- Of course I do.
I am a metalworker
in shipbuilding.
You make big yachts.
- Yeah, I goddamn make big yachts.
Well, nice.
I build the Hydrowall,
a loading ramp for jetski's.
Cool.
I can live for a year
on one ramp.
One ramp. Such a yacht...
with twelve bathrooms and
huge TVs...
costs two million per meter.
And I can't buy a house.
Sometimes they come by.
Not the owners, of course.
Imagine they came close to us.
No, his helpers.
To check on us.
They don't come to me,
but to the foreman.
I am kneeling in the lower
deck of the ship, working.
The lowest of the low.
Like in a supermarket.
The cheap crap's down below.
That's for us,
the lowest income people.
That's it, always down in the gutter.
And your wife?
Can't she work?
Back pain.
They can't find the cause,
so she's not signed off sick.
What helps is CBD oil,
but that is not reimbursed.
I have two children;
money has to come in.
Oh, I see.
Then come steal the money here.
How much do you earn?
I earn a salary in line with the bank's
labour agreement.
And market rates too.
Supplemented by returns on investments...
What is it?
We can't complain.
Something like?
Four hundred grand.
Ten times as much as me.
Why do you earn
ten times as much as me?
The CEO, makes ten
times what I do.
A hundred times more...
That's the market.
That's how it works.
The fucking market...
What do you think of this?
I don't know,
I don't think about that.
I do my thing.
But without rules, it's chaos.
They earn a hundred times more than us.
That's not fair.
Robbing a bank,
thats fair.
You not fair.
I not fair.
I wanted some extra money too...
to go to McDonald's
with the children.
So what did I do...
I put some weed plants in the attic.
Fifteen, for a thousand
extra per month.
In two weeks, it all burned down.
Because of an overheated lamp.
They throw us out,
but we have to pay the damages.
200.000 euro.
Now I live in a caravan in
Uncle Wabe's garden.
Work hard, and you'll get there...
My ass. It's...
What now?
No.
What do you mean.
They're buying time.
They sort things out:
building plans, the arrest team,
dig into his background.
Don't act like we're friends.
You're police.
This building's a nightmare.
Fifties build. Thick walls, thick doors.
Built to keep criminals out,
not get them out.
Fix it.
They can bust in here, right?
You blow through these walls,
you blow us up too.
They can't help us.
Not for the next few hours.
Three o'clock. Three hundred grand.
Or one of them dies.
I gotta piss.
I can't help it.
Wuss.
Either I piss my pants,
or you untie me...
or you hold the little man.
Your call.
Stand up.
Just piss in the planter.
Go ahead.
Hey, don't be an asshole.
Use the bathroom.
My staff works here.
You have no say in that today.
I decide, and I say:
Piss in the planter.
Do you know
what a planter costs?
It's not bad.
It's a common model.
Now he's a
planter expert.
I drive for a company...
that sells office supplies.
Watch the expensive carpet.
His company probably
has new carpets.
Yes, it's called: creating demand.
Smart.
- Gross.
That's the market.
'That is just how it works'.
Can't your parents help with your debts?
My drunk father rammed us all
over the house. So no.
Or other family, neighbors perhaps...
I come from Vallaatsterend in Drachten.
Everybody's got enough on their plate.
They keep to themselves.
You're one of those.
What kind?
For work, I drive
to daycare centers in Leeuwarden...
The difference between neighborhoods.
It's huge.
In the Schepenbuurt or Heechterp...
they don't eat fruit, brush their teeth,
or listen..
I saw a three-year-old girl brought in
by her aunt. Four-year-old!
Go a little west and everything's fine.
They look neat,
play nicely.
It is nearby,
but a different world.
Do you have children?
One on the way.
I don't want her to
grow up without her father.
Still nothing in the wallet,
time keeps ticking...
Only ten minutes left.
Still no helicopter.
Bullshit, just transfer the
money and I'll let them all go.
Why an hour later?
I can't be an hour late for work either.
You threw me in a cell.
That couldn't wait an hour.
And I couldn't turn up to court
an hour late.
How come you can be late,
and I can't?
If I arrive an hour late, I'm screwed.
But for you, there are no consequences.
Not for the elite,
the government, or the media.
Only for the common man.
Fuck that shit. This time for sure.
If people get killed,
those are the consequences.
You guys learn that too.
Watch that photo!
You can trash the whole office,
redneck,
but watch that photo.
That's my wife.
She's gone.
Durk, remember the Sniff Snout.
Christ, the Sniff Snout.
What do you do for work?
I?
Yes.
I know it's something ridiculous.
I feel it.
I think so too.
No doubt.
I'm not saying anything now.
Oh, come on.
We are all having a shitty day.
If you tell us,
it will brighten us up.
I am a TikTok influencer.
Is it something
with clocks?
It's just a side hustle.
A part-time job.
I study journalism.
A supermarket pays me to do
my shopping and film it...
as an advertisement.
Great journalism.
A fascinating video:
'What to eat? Cauliflower or spinach?'
Let me think...
Cauliflower!
I can afford the groceries.
Instead of your low-gutter whining.
Hanneke, what's your last name?
I don't know why that matters,
I know it is three o'clock, and we...
Hanneke, what is your last name?
Bies. My last name is Bies.
Dear Ms. Bies,
our records show that the payment
due is not received.
We are now issuing the first increase:
the consequences.
Please transfer the amount asap.
Otherwise, further consequences follow.
Yours sincerely,
Durk de Vries
Stand up.
Durk, stop it.
Stand up.
Listen, Durk...
Stand up.
Just calm down.
Think, man.
'Without rules, it's chaos.'
That was you?
My rule was: three o'clock.
Three hundred grand.
Didn't happen. Broke the rules.
So now there are consequences.
Turn around.
Come here.
Here, film him.
Then Ms. Bies gets to see it too.
Because he earns more,
he dies?
Because that is fair.
- Goddamn it, you tell me.
Who must die?
The oldest or the youngest.
The richest, the dad?
The prettiest, the dumbest, the weakest.
Choose.
No one, of course.
The deadline has passed,
we regret this 'unpleasant situation'.
Who?
Who will it be?
One, two, three...
You, not me.
One.
Two.
Three.
You.
Not.
Me.
One.
Two.
Three.
You.
Not
Me.
One.
Two.
Three.
Film him.
Hanneke, do you see this?
What was that bang?
What was that bang?
Got scared.
Got scared.
Sniff Snout.
What's your name?
Femke.
It's my fault Bauke is dead.
Of course not.
It's his fault.
He's crossed a line.
Mentally.
We have to do something.
I've still got my other phone.
I always have two on me.
What was that bang?
What can we do with it?
And the money?
We need his phone.
Hanneke's number is in there.
If we video call her,
they can see what's happening.
How do we get his phone?
You distract him.
I'll do the rest.
But keep him talking.
Try to get through to him.
That didn't help him either.
Add hundred thousand.
That's how the government works.
The project runs over schedule,
and gets more expensive.
So four hundred thousend.
At four o'clock.
Not fun, but easy.
I need to use the bathroom.
What do you think?
The bathroom.
- Easy, Mr. Bank Manager.
I'm talking.
What do you think?
He earns ten times more as me.
I bust my ass and he
drinks coffee.
Usually, I'd love to talk economics...
We might as well
discuss climate change or Black Pete.
It's Saturday, plenty of time.
Someone shot my neighbor dead...
so I'm not in the mood to
talk about current events.
How do you feel about...
a bank manager making
ten times more than a shipbuilder.
You are right.
Such a huge difference is ridiculous.
The Netherlands is one
of the most egalitarian countries.
I pay an absurd amount of tax.
I contribute more than he does.
Say we put all Dutch people's money
in one pile...
To pay off all debts...
the credit cards, mortgages, everything.
We divide what is left over.
Pay off all debts...
- Of everyone.
And then divide
the rest fairly.
Know what each household gets?
No.
Four hundred thousand.
- Jesus, four hundred thousand?
Straight into your account.
That is how much money there is.
Without pensions: it's two hundred grand.
220,000 to be precise.
I could have bought a house
with that.
The Netherlands
has a lot of money.
The common man is always screwed.
The suits are screwing us over!
When were you last
in a bookstore or library?
That four hundred grand?
Just from the paper.
But you probably
don't read those.
What do you mean?
Go watch stupid Facebook videos.
- Says the TikTok influencer.
You know the difference between
Parliament and the Cabinet?
How journalism works?
Or democracy?
Or the justice system?
You know nothing.
So you fall for everything
on Facebook...
and follow idiots.
What's that got to do with it?
Yes, the common man is
getting screwed...
but he pulls down his
own pants and bends over...
Come on in!
Come on inside!
Does it have
to be like this?
Didn't you have to pee?
Come on.
I can't if you watch.
So now I
have to turn around.
I'm not falling for that.
Weren't you dying for a piss?
This morning you didn't expect...
to piss all over your office.
Everyone...
Everyone needs to piss.
Except in movies.
Why's that?
How should I know.
Maybe TikTok Tarantino knows.
Why in movies they never go to the toilet.
Rambo has to shit too?
Because everyone needs to shit?
It adds nothing to the story.
It must have a function.
In Pulp Fiction it
did have a function...
Because Vincent Vega
was sitting on the toilet...
the boxer, Butch, could shoot him.
What a great movie.
I think Reservoir Dogs is better.
That film's almost all in one room.
Boring.
Almost done, Grandpa?
There's something left...
It's the age.
Shake it off.
Give it a squeeze.
Roll it a bit.
Everything back in the shopping cart.
Hands behind your back.
You still have to be tied up.
Want some candy?
Say ah.
Would the bank manager
like some candy too?
No, thank you.
This is beneath him.
Wait until you're hungry, motherfucker.
Then you beg for candy.
So that's what it's like to be
able to hand something out.
Now it's the other way around.
I'll share, no problem.
I should be eating ten times
more candy than you...
but, that just makes you sick.
A little life lesson.
Are you okay?
No.
My hands are tied
so I can't do the Sniff Snout...
and I feel a panic attack coming.
What are you so afraid of?
For you.
Besides me.
My parents were too protectively.
Now I'm afraid of everything.
Surely you can't blame your parents?
Yes.
Like with allergies.
The immune system is not used to anything
and turns against the body.
My brain does that too.
They never learned to deal with pain...
So I panic easily.
You can't live like that.
Aren't you afraid of anything?
According to my wife, yes.
- Why?
My father was Edo Wijnenberg.
The great Finance Minister of the 70s.
I owe everything to him:
career, the family fortune...
How sad to hear.
My heart bleeds for you.
According to her,
I was terrified of him.
I wasn't smart enough.
Break away from it, she said.
Quit that lousy bank job.
Be brave for once.
Everyone!
No?
Then I will water the plant too.
Can you turn the radio on?
There's one.
What an ugly piece of crap.
It'll probably be hip.
For the bankers.
'Hey hey, it's a lovely day'
'In today's news...'
She likes the Doelleazen.
'Everything is going up in flames.'
Sad how it ended for
their singer.
You mean the electrocution...
That was quite something.
Can you turn it up?
'Everything is going up in flames.'
Even louder.
Louder!
Talk, or I shoot.
I mean it.
Say something, or I'll kill them all.
Then don't.
Your rifle.
You also have a pistol.
Grab the pistol.
Don't fuck with Durk.
You thought you were smarter
than a fucking shipbuilder.
'Oh, great music.
Louder! Even louder.'
We have to help him,
or he dies.
This is your fault,
so you help him.
Then untie me.
I don't want to die.
I'm with you.
- I don't want to die.
You're not going to, I'm with you.
Hold on.
Just send the fucking bitcoins!
Just send the fucking bitcoins!
Come on.
Come on, motherfuckers.
But make sure you hit me,
or more will die.
There's a first-aid kit in the cabinet.
With bandages.
I can't do this alone,
untie Hendrik too.
Do you really think I'll fall for that?
Do you think this is a plan?
You can't let him die.
What are you doing?
The police are here.
You've got hostages?
I sent you an email...
with a password and a link.
Soon there will be
four hundred thousand.
400,000 for you, Jildou and Jesse.
Four hundred thousand?
What are you talking about.
Is the car fixed?
- Forget the car.
Buy a new one.
400,000 for us...
and our debts.
What am I supposed to do with that?
I want you home.
What time will you be back?
I don't want my children
to grow up like me...
With a loser of a dad,
in a bad neighbourhood.
You're not a loser.
What are you doing?
I can't explain it right now.
I love you.
And I love Jesse...
and Jildou.
Durk, when are you coming home?
I don't want to die.
You're not going to.
You'll be fine.
What is your name?
Jelmer.
Let's take this off.
There are loads of
ambulances outside...
it is almost over.
They'll be here soon...
they will put you in the ambulance...
operate you in the hospital...
and then you wake up
with some stitches...
and a cool story.
And then we can get a drink.
Not as a date, of course, just...
to catch up, to process everything.
Just business.
Sure.
When I saw you for the first time...
it was like a bullet hit me.
You know what they say...
love can just
fall out of the sky.
You're already recovering, apparently.
Don't I know you from somewhere?
- We get it by now.
You are from TikTok.
You go grocery shopping.
It is very exciting.
Will she buy spinach or cauliflower?
Save your energy...
We've patched you up for now.
Stay with me...
Bring on the good news.
The bitcoins have been transferred.
Check your app and release the hostages.
Our injured colleague needs help.
How do you know he needs help?
Durk, check your app.
Who can I still trust...
Who am I joining forces with?
I can only think of two...
my knife and my dog.
Whose is this?
Big mouth all day long...
but now they are quiet.
Use your fingerprint to unlock.
Who wants to go first?
It is my phone...
It was my plan too...
that of course went wrong.
Stand up.
Stand up.
Take a seat in the chair.
It was her phone, but my plan.
You don't even know
how it works.
Wrong. We've had training.
The iPhone holds no secrets for me.
This is a Samsung.
So what.
You remember, I needed to pee.
That was to distract you.
And you fell for it.
You really fell for it.
Pathetic. Hopeless.
Imbecile.
Stand up.
Let us go.
You have your money.
Don't make things worse.
You have your money.
Surrender, let us go.
Take a seat in the chair.
Don't do this...
then someday you will be free...
think of your wife and children.
You will have to go to prison...
but at least your children
will have a father.
You can have a bond with them.
Check your wallet, and let us go.
Is it in?
Yes.
Four hundred thousand.
It's there.
It says.
Let us go,
you got what you want.
But I didn't get an email.
For every transaction, I get an email.
I set it up that way.
Maybe something went wrong
with the sending.
Can't you check it in another way?
Username and password.
Fuck, what's it called again?
I can't think of it... stress.
Total blackout.
Hendrik.Wijnenberg
Password: hanna18484
Our wedding date.
50 euro, and 74 cents.
Consequences Hendrik...
even for bank managers.
Never be afraid, Femke.
Don't be like me.
Walk tall.
Is everything okay?
No, everything is not okay...
I don't have my money.
So that's a shame...
too bad for me...
too bad for you...
too bad for everyone...
but completely superbad...
for our Hendrik.
We can't transfer it that fast.
Your deadlines...
Are you leaving?
Sorry?
- I'm not talking to you.
Just a walk around the block.
I'll be back in no time.
It is cold here.
You will get your bitcoins soon.
- Soon...
Half an hour.
Who says you won't
manipulate things again....
How do I know it's really there?
That is a good question.
I'll check here
and get back to you.
Go ahead...
just call again...
then we'll talk further.
Maybe it's on there.
Maybe not.
Who can say.
I am not going to
set a new deadline...
because our ceiling creeper is
the new deadline.
I don't know what
you are going to do...
invade here...
or transfer the money...
or go home to make
the most of the weekend...
but whatever you do...
I'd better hurry up...
because the pool of
blood is getting bigger.
So my advice...
is get those fucking...
bitcoins.
Sit down, you're making me nervous.
If I sit down, I won't?
We have to wait anyway, relax.
If they pay, you'll let us go?
The messing around with the bitcoin app...
has had no consequences.
Why?
What about him?
- That's because he hid the phone...
so the police could watch...
and I'm sure...
that you helped him.
But the bill for messing
with the app is still open.
It was not our fault.
- It is the government's.
I'm not from the government.
- But he is.
So...
First he goes...
and then you.
Maybe.
And then me.
Then I'm rid of all this shit...
and I leave my family set up right.
You think your wife gets
to keep the money?
That they won't reclaim it?
Nynke is smart,
she'll figure something out.
You think, she'll happily
pay at the supermarket?
'Well, Goaitske and Goaitsen'
or whatever your children are called...
Pick out something tasty...
but don't eat too fast...
Dad shot himself in the head for this.
So do enjoy it!
She won't get that money...
even if she wanted to.
Everyone will look down on her.
they are moving...
to the city...
without money...
and in anonymity.
The only money comes from her benefits.
Money from the government
you hate so much.
But she can't
afford her CBD oil.
So what are her options?
She's not going to
whore herself out...
but hopefully,
her back is strong enough...
to keep some guy with money...
happy in bed.
But if her back's too weak...
she can always suck him off.
Sit down...
on chair...
number two.
Well, Mr. Loverboy...
anything to add?
Before we finish.
Like a...
final conclusion?
Right.
Yes.
Durk, man...
remember for next time...
should you go out again to...
to execute people.
Shoot in the head,
not in the chest...
you never know
what's under the coat.
I was 14 years old.
I was small, but healthy...
it was at the shipyard...
that I found my first job.
After years of busting my ass.
They haven't given me a promotion...
I still work on my knees...
down in the gutter.
Down in the gutter...
down in the gutter.
I claw through the dirt...
down in the gutter.
We have our whole life...
hardly walked.
Also in the supermarket...
we crawl across the ground.
Because on the bottom shelves...
they throw our rations.
We look for the cheapest...
down in the gutter.
Down in the gutter...
down in the gutter.
I claw through the dirt...
down in the gutter.
In tall office buildings...
they are playing with our pension.
They don't skimp on a thousand...
or a million.
High from above...
they look down...
we are nothing more than tiny dots...
Down in the gutter.
Down in the gutter...
down in the gutter.
I claw through the dirt...
down in the gutter.
Down in the gutter...
down in the gutter.
I claw through the dirt...
down in the gutter.
Children!
Hello my sweet children!
Welcome to a new episode
of 'Professor Pienter'!
This week: a new scientific truth
about our strange world!
I'm will show you a video.
An experiment by the
primatologist Frans de Waal!
And you're thinking,
'A primatologist? A primatologist?'
That's someone who studies
'prime mates'?
Of course that's not true!
A primatologist knows all about apes!
Mr. Frans filmed apes,
and we're watching it.
Both apes have to
return a rock to the researcher.
But they don't get the same reward.
He gives a rock and gets cucumber.
He eats it.
The other ape also hands over a rock,
but he gets a delicious grape.
The first ape saw that
and expects a grape too.
But he gets a cucumber.
Now watch what he does.
So, my dear children.
The scientific truth of this episode is:
When primates feel
they are being treated unfairly...
then they become very angry...
Where is Durk?
Gone.
He is helping Bauke lay a driveway.
Bullshit.
He has to earn money!
He's probably inside.
Where can he hide?
There isn't any space!
Who is that, mommy?
Come inside.
It's just uncle Wabe.
- I want to go to Skippy!
We'll check Skippy later.
You can't stay here, Nynke.
Discuss it with Durk.
He's never here.
It's pay up or get lost.
Or I'm dragging this damn
caravan right off the yard.
I'm done.
Calm down.
- This isn't my problem!
I'll give him a call.
I want to call.
Ask Dad when he'll be home.
Hi, Dad.
- Hey, honey.
Hi, Jesse, how are you!
When are you coming home?
- Tell mom I don't know.
It's getting a bit later.
The car is broken again.
What?
Is the car broken again?
Is the car broken down again?
What are you wearing?
A jumpsuit.
I'll tell you later.
Where are you?
In the garage.
In the office, but the technician
is coming so I'm hanging up.
Mechanic?
Can't you fix it yourself?
No, not possible.
Text me what time you'll be home,
Wabe is very upset.
I'll text you...
tell Wabe it will be fine.
I'll pay him this weekend.
Bye, love.
Bye, love. Good luck with the car.
Fuck off, get out!
Or I'll shoot one of them.
Alright, calm down.
We're leaving.
Where are you?
Yes, with Mr. Groen.
Where are you?
Already there?
What are you doing there?
I am still here.
I ran into an office with clients
and I got stuck.
I didn't know where you were.
And now what?
What about me?
You can't leave me here.
What?
No sorry, come get me.
Listen...
Hand in your mobile phone.
Hey, you too!
This...
wasn't supposed to happen.
I don't actually
want to hurt you.
I am Durk.
What do you mean by 'actually'?
I am Bauke.
I am Hendrik.
Is it going okay?
This is the Sniff Snout.
To keep my breathing under control...
otherwise I'll have a panic attack.
The Sniffing Snout...
Better than demolishing half the office.
Doesn't anything calm you down?
Yes, lying on the couch and masturbating.
There must be something else
that makes you happy.
I just heard the Pizza Song...
Then I got this warm feeling.
My father had it on a cassette tape.
He played it loud when he was happy.
We all sang along.
The Pizza Song...
Join in.
It helps you too.
1, 2, 3, 4...
and out.
In...
and out.
Come on.
It helps with anxiety.
and out..
2... 3... and out...
But, Durk...
You won't hurt us, will you?
You're not a terrorist.
I mean, what is your plan?
Because I'd like to leave.
Stand up, turn around.
Hands behind your back.
Come on, stand up!
Snouty, not you.
Tie them up.
Hear the helicopter?
That's the DSI.
DSI? What's that?
They specialize in this:
hostage situations, terrorism.
They have thermal cameras,
arrest teams, snipers, and more!
How do you know?
I've had training for this.
I'm the manager of this bank.
You?
Just look.
And you say that now?
Why didn't you say that sooner.
Then you could have opened that safe.
My friend said...
You receive the money quickly
because banks are insured.
You, come here.
If you'd just handed it over,
this wouldn't have failed.
Then I'd be long gone,
and you went home...
And then we wouldn't be stuck in
this goddamn office!
Did you come here on horseback.
I said: Did you come
here on horseback?
What's that supposed to mean?
When you came here...
was it on horseback?
No, I didn't get here 'on horseback'.
Wouldn't surprise me.
You rob banks like it's the 18th century.
You really thought they'd
give sacks filled with dollars...
and off you'd go into the sunset?
Everything's digital,
we barely keep cash.
This isn't a fucking stagecoach!
Fuck off...
and shut up...
bank manager.
What? Who with...
Wait..
What did you say?
Hello, I'm Hanneke Bies. Negotiator.
Can you hear me?
Yes.
Is this Dirk de Vries?
- Call me Durk.
We need to understand the situation.
We're concerned...
The situation...
I let them talk me into
robbing a fucking bank...
and of course that went wrong.
And now I'm stuck here with
three poor souls.
Any further questions?
Can you hear me?
I can hear you.
Dirk, listen...
It is not Dirk, but Durk.
Durk.
No, call me De Vries.
Mr. De Vries, for you.
Okay, Mr. De Vries.
We'd like to resolve this.
This is an unpleasant situation.
Can we resolve it?
How can we resolve
this 'unpleasent situation'...
This is my fucking life
you're talking about.
Mr. De Vries, listen...
I always have to listen to you,
now you listen to me.
Okay, go ahead.
How can we solve this?
I want money.
I want money.
And a car.
No.
A helicopter.
Okay, I will...
How much money?
Three hundred thousand.
Here's what we'll do, Hanneke.
You buy three hundred thousand
worth of bitcoins.
Can I reach you on this number?
- Yes.
I'll text the address of my wallet,
and you can transfer the bitcoins.
It is two o'clock...
it will be online in an hour.
I will pass on your request,
but that's fast..
Fast?
It's not the 18th century.
It's digital. This is no stagecoach.
Mr. De Vries, I will pass on your request,
but I don't..
I'll check in an hour.
Three o'clock. Three hundred grand.
And if you don't...
then I'll shoot one of them dead.
I mean it.
A man's word is his bond.
Listen, Mr. De Vries, we will...
I'm texting the address of my wallet.
Oh, was it over there...
I'm a bit ADHD.
I always lose my keys at home too.
Turn around.
Welcome to The Voice of Holland.
Well, Mr. Bank Manager,
you had training.
What happens now in this
'unpleasant situation'.
I don't know, son.
It depends on you.
Then we'll wait until the money
is transferred.
Anyone have a joke?
A joke?
They talked you into
robbing a bank. Why?
Because of my debts.
Don't you have a job?
- Of course I do.
I am a metalworker
in shipbuilding.
You make big yachts.
- Yeah, I goddamn make big yachts.
Well, nice.
I build the Hydrowall,
a loading ramp for jetski's.
Cool.
I can live for a year
on one ramp.
One ramp. Such a yacht...
with twelve bathrooms and
huge TVs...
costs two million per meter.
And I can't buy a house.
Sometimes they come by.
Not the owners, of course.
Imagine they came close to us.
No, his helpers.
To check on us.
They don't come to me,
but to the foreman.
I am kneeling in the lower
deck of the ship, working.
The lowest of the low.
Like in a supermarket.
The cheap crap's down below.
That's for us,
the lowest income people.
That's it, always down in the gutter.
And your wife?
Can't she work?
Back pain.
They can't find the cause,
so she's not signed off sick.
What helps is CBD oil,
but that is not reimbursed.
I have two children;
money has to come in.
Oh, I see.
Then come steal the money here.
How much do you earn?
I earn a salary in line with the bank's
labour agreement.
And market rates too.
Supplemented by returns on investments...
What is it?
We can't complain.
Something like?
Four hundred grand.
Ten times as much as me.
Why do you earn
ten times as much as me?
The CEO, makes ten
times what I do.
A hundred times more...
That's the market.
That's how it works.
The fucking market...
What do you think of this?
I don't know,
I don't think about that.
I do my thing.
But without rules, it's chaos.
They earn a hundred times more than us.
That's not fair.
Robbing a bank,
thats fair.
You not fair.
I not fair.
I wanted some extra money too...
to go to McDonald's
with the children.
So what did I do...
I put some weed plants in the attic.
Fifteen, for a thousand
extra per month.
In two weeks, it all burned down.
Because of an overheated lamp.
They throw us out,
but we have to pay the damages.
200.000 euro.
Now I live in a caravan in
Uncle Wabe's garden.
Work hard, and you'll get there...
My ass. It's...
What now?
No.
What do you mean.
They're buying time.
They sort things out:
building plans, the arrest team,
dig into his background.
Don't act like we're friends.
You're police.
This building's a nightmare.
Fifties build. Thick walls, thick doors.
Built to keep criminals out,
not get them out.
Fix it.
They can bust in here, right?
You blow through these walls,
you blow us up too.
They can't help us.
Not for the next few hours.
Three o'clock. Three hundred grand.
Or one of them dies.
I gotta piss.
I can't help it.
Wuss.
Either I piss my pants,
or you untie me...
or you hold the little man.
Your call.
Stand up.
Just piss in the planter.
Go ahead.
Hey, don't be an asshole.
Use the bathroom.
My staff works here.
You have no say in that today.
I decide, and I say:
Piss in the planter.
Do you know
what a planter costs?
It's not bad.
It's a common model.
Now he's a
planter expert.
I drive for a company...
that sells office supplies.
Watch the expensive carpet.
His company probably
has new carpets.
Yes, it's called: creating demand.
Smart.
- Gross.
That's the market.
'That is just how it works'.
Can't your parents help with your debts?
My drunk father rammed us all
over the house. So no.
Or other family, neighbors perhaps...
I come from Vallaatsterend in Drachten.
Everybody's got enough on their plate.
They keep to themselves.
You're one of those.
What kind?
For work, I drive
to daycare centers in Leeuwarden...
The difference between neighborhoods.
It's huge.
In the Schepenbuurt or Heechterp...
they don't eat fruit, brush their teeth,
or listen..
I saw a three-year-old girl brought in
by her aunt. Four-year-old!
Go a little west and everything's fine.
They look neat,
play nicely.
It is nearby,
but a different world.
Do you have children?
One on the way.
I don't want her to
grow up without her father.
Still nothing in the wallet,
time keeps ticking...
Only ten minutes left.
Still no helicopter.
Bullshit, just transfer the
money and I'll let them all go.
Why an hour later?
I can't be an hour late for work either.
You threw me in a cell.
That couldn't wait an hour.
And I couldn't turn up to court
an hour late.
How come you can be late,
and I can't?
If I arrive an hour late, I'm screwed.
But for you, there are no consequences.
Not for the elite,
the government, or the media.
Only for the common man.
Fuck that shit. This time for sure.
If people get killed,
those are the consequences.
You guys learn that too.
Watch that photo!
You can trash the whole office,
redneck,
but watch that photo.
That's my wife.
She's gone.
Durk, remember the Sniff Snout.
Christ, the Sniff Snout.
What do you do for work?
I?
Yes.
I know it's something ridiculous.
I feel it.
I think so too.
No doubt.
I'm not saying anything now.
Oh, come on.
We are all having a shitty day.
If you tell us,
it will brighten us up.
I am a TikTok influencer.
Is it something
with clocks?
It's just a side hustle.
A part-time job.
I study journalism.
A supermarket pays me to do
my shopping and film it...
as an advertisement.
Great journalism.
A fascinating video:
'What to eat? Cauliflower or spinach?'
Let me think...
Cauliflower!
I can afford the groceries.
Instead of your low-gutter whining.
Hanneke, what's your last name?
I don't know why that matters,
I know it is three o'clock, and we...
Hanneke, what is your last name?
Bies. My last name is Bies.
Dear Ms. Bies,
our records show that the payment
due is not received.
We are now issuing the first increase:
the consequences.
Please transfer the amount asap.
Otherwise, further consequences follow.
Yours sincerely,
Durk de Vries
Stand up.
Durk, stop it.
Stand up.
Listen, Durk...
Stand up.
Just calm down.
Think, man.
'Without rules, it's chaos.'
That was you?
My rule was: three o'clock.
Three hundred grand.
Didn't happen. Broke the rules.
So now there are consequences.
Turn around.
Come here.
Here, film him.
Then Ms. Bies gets to see it too.
Because he earns more,
he dies?
Because that is fair.
- Goddamn it, you tell me.
Who must die?
The oldest or the youngest.
The richest, the dad?
The prettiest, the dumbest, the weakest.
Choose.
No one, of course.
The deadline has passed,
we regret this 'unpleasant situation'.
Who?
Who will it be?
One, two, three...
You, not me.
One.
Two.
Three.
You.
Not.
Me.
One.
Two.
Three.
You.
Not
Me.
One.
Two.
Three.
Film him.
Hanneke, do you see this?
What was that bang?
What was that bang?
Got scared.
Got scared.
Sniff Snout.
What's your name?
Femke.
It's my fault Bauke is dead.
Of course not.
It's his fault.
He's crossed a line.
Mentally.
We have to do something.
I've still got my other phone.
I always have two on me.
What was that bang?
What can we do with it?
And the money?
We need his phone.
Hanneke's number is in there.
If we video call her,
they can see what's happening.
How do we get his phone?
You distract him.
I'll do the rest.
But keep him talking.
Try to get through to him.
That didn't help him either.
Add hundred thousand.
That's how the government works.
The project runs over schedule,
and gets more expensive.
So four hundred thousend.
At four o'clock.
Not fun, but easy.
I need to use the bathroom.
What do you think?
The bathroom.
- Easy, Mr. Bank Manager.
I'm talking.
What do you think?
He earns ten times more as me.
I bust my ass and he
drinks coffee.
Usually, I'd love to talk economics...
We might as well
discuss climate change or Black Pete.
It's Saturday, plenty of time.
Someone shot my neighbor dead...
so I'm not in the mood to
talk about current events.
How do you feel about...
a bank manager making
ten times more than a shipbuilder.
You are right.
Such a huge difference is ridiculous.
The Netherlands is one
of the most egalitarian countries.
I pay an absurd amount of tax.
I contribute more than he does.
Say we put all Dutch people's money
in one pile...
To pay off all debts...
the credit cards, mortgages, everything.
We divide what is left over.
Pay off all debts...
- Of everyone.
And then divide
the rest fairly.
Know what each household gets?
No.
Four hundred thousand.
- Jesus, four hundred thousand?
Straight into your account.
That is how much money there is.
Without pensions: it's two hundred grand.
220,000 to be precise.
I could have bought a house
with that.
The Netherlands
has a lot of money.
The common man is always screwed.
The suits are screwing us over!
When were you last
in a bookstore or library?
That four hundred grand?
Just from the paper.
But you probably
don't read those.
What do you mean?
Go watch stupid Facebook videos.
- Says the TikTok influencer.
You know the difference between
Parliament and the Cabinet?
How journalism works?
Or democracy?
Or the justice system?
You know nothing.
So you fall for everything
on Facebook...
and follow idiots.
What's that got to do with it?
Yes, the common man is
getting screwed...
but he pulls down his
own pants and bends over...
Come on in!
Come on inside!
Does it have
to be like this?
Didn't you have to pee?
Come on.
I can't if you watch.
So now I
have to turn around.
I'm not falling for that.
Weren't you dying for a piss?
This morning you didn't expect...
to piss all over your office.
Everyone...
Everyone needs to piss.
Except in movies.
Why's that?
How should I know.
Maybe TikTok Tarantino knows.
Why in movies they never go to the toilet.
Rambo has to shit too?
Because everyone needs to shit?
It adds nothing to the story.
It must have a function.
In Pulp Fiction it
did have a function...
Because Vincent Vega
was sitting on the toilet...
the boxer, Butch, could shoot him.
What a great movie.
I think Reservoir Dogs is better.
That film's almost all in one room.
Boring.
Almost done, Grandpa?
There's something left...
It's the age.
Shake it off.
Give it a squeeze.
Roll it a bit.
Everything back in the shopping cart.
Hands behind your back.
You still have to be tied up.
Want some candy?
Say ah.
Would the bank manager
like some candy too?
No, thank you.
This is beneath him.
Wait until you're hungry, motherfucker.
Then you beg for candy.
So that's what it's like to be
able to hand something out.
Now it's the other way around.
I'll share, no problem.
I should be eating ten times
more candy than you...
but, that just makes you sick.
A little life lesson.
Are you okay?
No.
My hands are tied
so I can't do the Sniff Snout...
and I feel a panic attack coming.
What are you so afraid of?
For you.
Besides me.
My parents were too protectively.
Now I'm afraid of everything.
Surely you can't blame your parents?
Yes.
Like with allergies.
The immune system is not used to anything
and turns against the body.
My brain does that too.
They never learned to deal with pain...
So I panic easily.
You can't live like that.
Aren't you afraid of anything?
According to my wife, yes.
- Why?
My father was Edo Wijnenberg.
The great Finance Minister of the 70s.
I owe everything to him:
career, the family fortune...
How sad to hear.
My heart bleeds for you.
According to her,
I was terrified of him.
I wasn't smart enough.
Break away from it, she said.
Quit that lousy bank job.
Be brave for once.
Everyone!
No?
Then I will water the plant too.
Can you turn the radio on?
There's one.
What an ugly piece of crap.
It'll probably be hip.
For the bankers.
'Hey hey, it's a lovely day'
'In today's news...'
She likes the Doelleazen.
'Everything is going up in flames.'
Sad how it ended for
their singer.
You mean the electrocution...
That was quite something.
Can you turn it up?
'Everything is going up in flames.'
Even louder.
Louder!
Talk, or I shoot.
I mean it.
Say something, or I'll kill them all.
Then don't.
Your rifle.
You also have a pistol.
Grab the pistol.
Don't fuck with Durk.
You thought you were smarter
than a fucking shipbuilder.
'Oh, great music.
Louder! Even louder.'
We have to help him,
or he dies.
This is your fault,
so you help him.
Then untie me.
I don't want to die.
I'm with you.
- I don't want to die.
You're not going to, I'm with you.
Hold on.
Just send the fucking bitcoins!
Just send the fucking bitcoins!
Come on.
Come on, motherfuckers.
But make sure you hit me,
or more will die.
There's a first-aid kit in the cabinet.
With bandages.
I can't do this alone,
untie Hendrik too.
Do you really think I'll fall for that?
Do you think this is a plan?
You can't let him die.
What are you doing?
The police are here.
You've got hostages?
I sent you an email...
with a password and a link.
Soon there will be
four hundred thousand.
400,000 for you, Jildou and Jesse.
Four hundred thousand?
What are you talking about.
Is the car fixed?
- Forget the car.
Buy a new one.
400,000 for us...
and our debts.
What am I supposed to do with that?
I want you home.
What time will you be back?
I don't want my children
to grow up like me...
With a loser of a dad,
in a bad neighbourhood.
You're not a loser.
What are you doing?
I can't explain it right now.
I love you.
And I love Jesse...
and Jildou.
Durk, when are you coming home?
I don't want to die.
You're not going to.
You'll be fine.
What is your name?
Jelmer.
Let's take this off.
There are loads of
ambulances outside...
it is almost over.
They'll be here soon...
they will put you in the ambulance...
operate you in the hospital...
and then you wake up
with some stitches...
and a cool story.
And then we can get a drink.
Not as a date, of course, just...
to catch up, to process everything.
Just business.
Sure.
When I saw you for the first time...
it was like a bullet hit me.
You know what they say...
love can just
fall out of the sky.
You're already recovering, apparently.
Don't I know you from somewhere?
- We get it by now.
You are from TikTok.
You go grocery shopping.
It is very exciting.
Will she buy spinach or cauliflower?
Save your energy...
We've patched you up for now.
Stay with me...
Bring on the good news.
The bitcoins have been transferred.
Check your app and release the hostages.
Our injured colleague needs help.
How do you know he needs help?
Durk, check your app.
Who can I still trust...
Who am I joining forces with?
I can only think of two...
my knife and my dog.
Whose is this?
Big mouth all day long...
but now they are quiet.
Use your fingerprint to unlock.
Who wants to go first?
It is my phone...
It was my plan too...
that of course went wrong.
Stand up.
Stand up.
Take a seat in the chair.
It was her phone, but my plan.
You don't even know
how it works.
Wrong. We've had training.
The iPhone holds no secrets for me.
This is a Samsung.
So what.
You remember, I needed to pee.
That was to distract you.
And you fell for it.
You really fell for it.
Pathetic. Hopeless.
Imbecile.
Stand up.
Let us go.
You have your money.
Don't make things worse.
You have your money.
Surrender, let us go.
Take a seat in the chair.
Don't do this...
then someday you will be free...
think of your wife and children.
You will have to go to prison...
but at least your children
will have a father.
You can have a bond with them.
Check your wallet, and let us go.
Is it in?
Yes.
Four hundred thousand.
It's there.
It says.
Let us go,
you got what you want.
But I didn't get an email.
For every transaction, I get an email.
I set it up that way.
Maybe something went wrong
with the sending.
Can't you check it in another way?
Username and password.
Fuck, what's it called again?
I can't think of it... stress.
Total blackout.
Hendrik.Wijnenberg
Password: hanna18484
Our wedding date.
50 euro, and 74 cents.
Consequences Hendrik...
even for bank managers.
Never be afraid, Femke.
Don't be like me.
Walk tall.
Is everything okay?
No, everything is not okay...
I don't have my money.
So that's a shame...
too bad for me...
too bad for you...
too bad for everyone...
but completely superbad...
for our Hendrik.
We can't transfer it that fast.
Your deadlines...
Are you leaving?
Sorry?
- I'm not talking to you.
Just a walk around the block.
I'll be back in no time.
It is cold here.
You will get your bitcoins soon.
- Soon...
Half an hour.
Who says you won't
manipulate things again....
How do I know it's really there?
That is a good question.
I'll check here
and get back to you.
Go ahead...
just call again...
then we'll talk further.
Maybe it's on there.
Maybe not.
Who can say.
I am not going to
set a new deadline...
because our ceiling creeper is
the new deadline.
I don't know what
you are going to do...
invade here...
or transfer the money...
or go home to make
the most of the weekend...
but whatever you do...
I'd better hurry up...
because the pool of
blood is getting bigger.
So my advice...
is get those fucking...
bitcoins.
Sit down, you're making me nervous.
If I sit down, I won't?
We have to wait anyway, relax.
If they pay, you'll let us go?
The messing around with the bitcoin app...
has had no consequences.
Why?
What about him?
- That's because he hid the phone...
so the police could watch...
and I'm sure...
that you helped him.
But the bill for messing
with the app is still open.
It was not our fault.
- It is the government's.
I'm not from the government.
- But he is.
So...
First he goes...
and then you.
Maybe.
And then me.
Then I'm rid of all this shit...
and I leave my family set up right.
You think your wife gets
to keep the money?
That they won't reclaim it?
Nynke is smart,
she'll figure something out.
You think, she'll happily
pay at the supermarket?
'Well, Goaitske and Goaitsen'
or whatever your children are called...
Pick out something tasty...
but don't eat too fast...
Dad shot himself in the head for this.
So do enjoy it!
She won't get that money...
even if she wanted to.
Everyone will look down on her.
they are moving...
to the city...
without money...
and in anonymity.
The only money comes from her benefits.
Money from the government
you hate so much.
But she can't
afford her CBD oil.
So what are her options?
She's not going to
whore herself out...
but hopefully,
her back is strong enough...
to keep some guy with money...
happy in bed.
But if her back's too weak...
she can always suck him off.
Sit down...
on chair...
number two.
Well, Mr. Loverboy...
anything to add?
Before we finish.
Like a...
final conclusion?
Right.
Yes.
Durk, man...
remember for next time...
should you go out again to...
to execute people.
Shoot in the head,
not in the chest...
you never know
what's under the coat.
I was 14 years old.
I was small, but healthy...
it was at the shipyard...
that I found my first job.
After years of busting my ass.
They haven't given me a promotion...
I still work on my knees...
down in the gutter.
Down in the gutter...
down in the gutter.
I claw through the dirt...
down in the gutter.
We have our whole life...
hardly walked.
Also in the supermarket...
we crawl across the ground.
Because on the bottom shelves...
they throw our rations.
We look for the cheapest...
down in the gutter.
Down in the gutter...
down in the gutter.
I claw through the dirt...
down in the gutter.
In tall office buildings...
they are playing with our pension.
They don't skimp on a thousand...
or a million.
High from above...
they look down...
we are nothing more than tiny dots...
Down in the gutter.
Down in the gutter...
down in the gutter.
I claw through the dirt...
down in the gutter.
Down in the gutter...
down in the gutter.
I claw through the dirt...
down in the gutter.