01x01 - Whole Lotta Love

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AMSTERDAM EMPIRE IS FICTIONAL
AND NOT BASED ON REAL EVENTS.

ITS CHARACTERS DO NOT
DEPICT REAL PERSONS.

Welcome to the neon temptation
we call "De Wallen."

You probably know
that prostitution is legal,

unlike cannabis,

which is still ill*gal
even today in 2025.

However, possession
of up to five grams for personal use

has been tolerated since the 1970s,

and cannabis is openly sold
in so-called coffee shops.

This brings us right into the heart
of the territory of The Jackal.

It was here that Jack van Doorn
opened his first coffee shop in 1996.

And since then, The Jackal is one of
the largest cannabis brands in the world.

That's a coincidence.
There's the man himself.

Jack van Doorn.

Hey, Jack.

Get down! Everybody, sit! Sit down!

Good evening.

Amsterdam was rattled by an attack
on coffee shop tycoon Jack van Doorn.

Van Doorn is fighting for his life after
a sh**ting in the red-light district.

The exact circumstances remain unclear.

Jack Van Doorn, married to singer
and former model Betty Jonkers,

is one of the country's
most successful cannabis entrepreneurs,

with ten coffee shops in Amsterdam,

three clubs in Malta,
and two locations in Thailand.

As long as I live, I will fight
for the legal sale of cannabis.

Van Doorn grew up among criminals, but
managed to stay clean all these years.

But this sh**ting suggests otherwise.

Was he less innocent than we thought?

And more importantly,
who wanted him gone?

ONE MONTH AGO

Welcome to voicemail.

You have three new messages.

First new message.

Hey, babe, can you call me back?

Irene saw you in Ouderkerk with a woman,
but that's impossible.

- f*ck.
- Because you're at The Jackal.

Right?

Next new message.

Goddammit! I'm looking at a photo
of you and Marjolein Hofman.

- With her? That b*tch from TV?
- No.

Next new message.

Call me back, as*h*le!

If you dare f*ck that b*tch...

Thanks, Irene.

...call me back!

Goddammit.

m*therf*cker!

Betty!

Jesus!

You're angry, but let's talk.

Talk? I saw you two kissing.

Irene even filmed it.

I'm sorry, okay?

- Put that away.
- Take this.

Goddammit!

Don't you dare get angry with me.

I'm not angry. I just want to talk.

- f*ck off.
- Betty.

Betty, wait.

I want a divorce.

What?

I want a divorce, Bets.

Are you insane? Over a fling?

We're done.

Have been for a while. You know that too.

We've grown apart.

Now you tell me?

I've been telling you for years,
but you don't listen.

You ignore me, or you lose it.
This isn't normal, is it?

Are you in love?

Yes.

How long?

Six months.

I'm sorry, Bets.

But I love you.

I love you too.

But I can't do this anymore.

This can't be happening. This is us.

Listen. I'll take good care of you.

I won't be difficult.
You get the house and half the money.

- This is suddenly moving really fast.
- I want to do this correctly.

- But I don't want this.
- I get that.

Let it sink in.

Okay? Take your time.

Are you going to see her?

Yes.

Goddammit, Jack.

Please don't go.

Don't do this, Betty.

Sorry. I have to go.

Come here, boy.

Oh, and you're taking the dog too?

- You hate Buddy.
- No, I don't.

- Buddy is my dog.
- Our dog!

And he stays.

Okay, if that's what you want.

Go on, Buddy.

We'll call.

Screw you.

Whoa! What happened to your eye?

She knows.

How long have you been here?
Why didn't you call?

I needed to think.

Can I crash at your house?

Yes, of course.

But... hold on.

Tell me what happened.

- A friend of hers saw us.
- Oh.

I couldn't lie anymore.
I didn't want to lie anymore.

Now what?

I'm going to call my lawyer

and make sure
everything is handled properly.

So you're getting a divorce?

Yes.

Shouldn't you have discussed
a decision like that with me first?

Don't you want this too?

Goddammit, b*tch.

No! Don't do that! I'm ticklish. Don't.

You're doing this for you, right?
Not because we got caught?

What are you even talking about?

I'm crazy about you.

If you want to go talk to her,
I won't mind.

No, I want to be with you.

JACK, PLEASE...
COME BACK, SO WE CAN TALK. JACK??

Did you get any sleep?

What do you think?

Your eye doesn't look great.
I'd get it checked out if I were you.

I'm going to take a shower.

I'm being picked up in 15 minutes.

Busy day?

I'm testing the new crop.

Sounds rough.

What about you?

Me?

I have to finish reading a novel
for an interview.

Editorial meeting.

Lunch with the network boss.

I'll bring you back a nice spliff.

I'll be home by 11:00.

I'll be here.

Great.

Guido.

- How's it going?
- Good.

- What happened to your eye?
- Long story.

- Did it finally die on you?
- Never, man.

It's all mechanics. No electronics.

That'll be useful when the Russians come

and attack us
with an electromagnetic pulse.

They can kiss my a*s.

Teslas these days

track your eye movements
to see if you're driving well.

What's next?

The government watching too?

A dashboard blood test
to check if you're allowed to go?

They can all go to hell.

f*cking fascists.

Right?

If Angela weren't sick, I'd be gone.

You're right, Guid.

- If I'm right, I'm right.
- If you're right, you're right.

Come, I have nice stuff for you.

Nice, dude.

- These have grown well.
- Don't they look good?

LEDs are amazing. They don't get so hot.

Saves at least a week per harvest.

Nice, man.

Have a seat, Your Majesty.

Hot off the press.

Amazing.

Where shall we start?

Left to right.

Nice buds.

- Nice and sticky.
- You bet.

Amnesia.

Very good.

What is this?

People keep stealing my lighter.

Nice and strong.

- How much of this do we have?
- Ten handfuls.

What else do we have?

Hi, dear little Marjolein.

Jack isn't here.

No, sweetie.
I'm not here for Jack. I'm here for you.

I understand you're angry...

What do you mean? I just want to talk
to the woman who stole my husband.

- That was never the intention.
- No?

No. We have grown closer...

Oh, really?

How romantic.

And you let me
come on your show out of pity?

With that grin on your mug,
while stupid Betty had no clue.

Chill. Let go of my bike.

Do me a favor, b*tch.

- Don't treat me like an idiot.
- Move!

You don't know him.
Jack isn't who you think he is.

You can't handle him. Leave him alone.

- He'll soon forget you.
- Stop it!

Stop f*cking my husband.

Stop.

I'm pregnant, so stop it.

Pregnant?

Erik.

Erik.

- Good morning, Betty.
- Yes or no?

No, but Katya is.

At Guido's. Are you okay?

No. I'm not okay.

What's wrong?

I don't want to talk about it. Ask him.

Maybe he'll answer when you call.

Please tell me
you have a prenup this time.

No? Then don't do it, man.

I'm in love.

In love?

Even hot chicks fart
in bed after a month.

Last time, Shanti bled you dry.

Hey, you got a minute?

I'm at Guido's. We're still sampling.

What's up?

Betty was here.

Are you serious? Everything okay?

What did she want?

Doesn't matter. She was really upset.

There's something
I want you to hear from me.

Sure. All right.

I'm pregnant.

Hello? Are you still there?

Yes.

I had no idea how you'd react.
I was afraid to tell you.

And... Betty knows?

Yeah.

What the hell? Visitors?

I'll be back as soon as I can.
Then we can talk. I have to go. Bye.

g*dd*mn. What are they doing here?

They'll go away.

They won't find us.

- Goddammit.
- How do they know?

Police! Freeze!

- Police!
- Police! Freeze!

This way.

f*cking fascists!

Attention, all units. Suspect on the run.

Keep going, Guido.

- No.
- Jack.

- Keep going.
- I can't.

- What?
- I'm having a heart attack.

You're not having a heart attack.

I...

Look at me.
You're not having a heart attack.

Come on, keep on going.

We need a ride.

I can pay you.

Gray minivan on the Oostdijk,
towards Brakel.

Police. Show your hands.

All clear.

- Katya?
- Hey.

- Where are you?
- At work.

What's up?
Betty was looking for you, mad as hell.

What did you say?

That you're at Guido's.

- f*ck.
- What?

Listen.

Betty's lost it.
She sent the cops to the greenhouse.

- You need to move the stash now.
- Which stash?

All of it.

Everywhere, right now.
Or we'll lose it. Get Erik to help you.

What the f*ck, Dad? What happened?

- Betty and I are getting a divorce.
- What?

I'll explain later. Just do as I say.

Dad? Dammit, dickhead.

Erik, we're going. Come.

- Betty? Did I hear that right?
- Yes. Relax, Guido.

- My car is parked at the greenhouse.
- Chill.

We'll fix it.

In an hour, the cops will be at my door
because of your d*ck.

Hey, chill, man!

I said we'll fix it.

A car is just a car.

You were buying flowers. Simple.

Would you buy that?

I'll find you a hiding place.

Keep your head down. I'll fix it.

Don't bother, man. I'm out of here.

Guido.

What a f*cking b*tch.

- Don't leave, man!
- f*cking wh*re.

Angela.

- Are you alone?
- What?

Is anyone there?

Of course there isn't. What?

Oh f*ck. Goddammit!

Honey?

What are you doing?

The police will be here any minute.

What?

They f*cking found the den.
I had to run like hell.

I left the car, so they'll be here soon.

Oh no.

Honey.

Can you grab me a bag
with clothes for a few days?

- And a toothbrush.
- But I...

Honey...

Here's a phone.

I'll call you on this number
from this one.

Yes?

- Are you listening?
- Yes.

Then you'll join me as soon as you can,
and we'll leave together.

But, darling...

Chemo.

I can't just up and leave.

I'll take care of it.
We'll take care of it, sweetheart. Okay?

But we need to move fast now.
My clothes, darling.

Okay.

Honey.

Can you get my clothes?

I'm gonna make a few things disappear.
Burn some things.

But I love you, you know that.
I love you. Give me a kiss.

- It's going to be okay. I'll fix this.
- Okay.

If they show up, I haven't been here
since this morning. Okay?

You cheater!

Betty, goddammit.
Do you realize what you've done?

- What? What did I do?
- No! We are not doing this.

They knew exactly where to go.

You sent them to the greenhouse
to get back at me.

Try to deny it.

- Go on!
- Hey.

Then pick up when I call.

Do you know what happens
if they trace the den back to me?

Do you have any idea
how much you're hurting me?

If we're found out,
we'll lose our licenses.

The Jackal will be shut down.

It will be over.

Everything I've worked for my whole life.

Can she keep it?

I asked if she could keep it.

So that's a yes.

What do you want me to say?

It was 20 years ago.
What do you want me...

Here, take your sh*t with you.

All of it. Now f*ck off!

Get out!

Insane.

One piece of advice.

Keep it simple the first time.

Plant the seeds, take good care of them.
Good genes go a long way.

Can the police find this
with thermal imaging?

They won't kick in the door for one
plant. Just don't get too ambitious.

That will get you in trouble
sooner or later.

Sorry. Could you excuse me for a minute?

- Hey, brother.
- Yeah? What's up?

Emergency.

Kat, I have customers.
Go around the back.

No. I don't want that here.

Two days, tops.

I don't want The Jackal's sh*t here.
If they find it here...

- I don't know where else to go.
- Keep it at yours. Or at Dad's.

No. The police would check
our places first.

You only visit when you are in trouble.

Not true.

- Was it his idea?
- No.

He doesn't even know I'm here.

I'm the one asking.

What happened?

They are separating. Her reaction
tells me he has someone else.

- What a surprise.
- Yo.

Goddammit. Poor Betty.

She's the one who sent the police.

This is all we have.
Two to three weeks' worth.

Please.

Dad has changed.

- I don't know if it's that woman, or...
- Okay, for you. I don't want to see him.

All right, thank you so much.

Erik?

- Maybe...
- Two days, then I burn it all.

It's been taken care of.

At Patrick's? What did he say?

He wasn't happy,
and he wants it gone in two days.

- Okay.
- So everything's gone?

- The whole crop?
- Yeah.

We have a few weeks' worth,
but restocking will be difficult.

It's summer. All growers are in Ibiza.
There's nothing but crap left to buy.

Do I know her?

It's Marjolein.

- Hofman?
- Yes.

- Marjolein Hofman is into you?
- What's so crazy about that?

I really hope she's worth it.

Bet doesn't deserve this.

What a day.

Did you talk to Betty?

That too, yes.

It was intense.

Tell me.

There's not much to say.

My goodness.

Did she do that?

No, that happened at Guido's.

I had to help him lift something.

You can tell me anything.

I know.

- I could only think of one thing today.
- Sorry I didn't tell you sooner.

- And that...
- No. It's okay.

I know how you feel about kids,

but I would love to have children.

I don't expect anything from you.

Don't get me wrong,
I'd love to do this together with you...

Me too.

Let's go for it.

How far along are you?

I think about six weeks or so.

I think.

I'll make sure things
with Betty get sorted quickly.

So we can start with a clean slate.

Okay?

Are you alone?

Let's not make this more complicated
than it is.

Show me your offer.

Okay.

I said I'd take care of you, so I will.

The house is yours.
We split the money fifty-fifty.

That's only fair.

I don't feel like fighting anymore.

We put it in writing
for you. Here you go.

I have a counteroffer.

I want everything.

What do you mean by "everything"?

The money, the house, the dog...

Everything.

The Jackal?

No, The Jackal is mine.

I started The Jackal.

I am The Jackal.

So that's a no, then?
Then we're done here.

Thank you.

What the hell is wrong with you?

- With me?
- Yes.

- You're the one leaving, having a baby.
- That's enough.

You've done enough damage.
I won't get into that.

There are limits.

You dump me,
and you think you can fix it with money?

Money you'll earn back in no time?

Take the money

or this could get really ugly.

- Well, at least we agree on that.
- Yeah?

If you want to get rid of me,
you will suffer. Like me.

If I don't get what I want,
I will destroy you.

No judge will give you The Jackal,
and you know that.

Who's talking about a judge?

I know all your secrets.

I know what you have been up to
all these years.

Guido was just the start.

You'll have nothing when I'm done.

It's your call.

Do you choose short-term pain

or will it be w*r?

We have the state
secretary for education.

Annemiek is going
to the Pinkpop festival.

Shouldn't we talk about this?

"Big underground weed farm busted."

Can I see that?

It was under a greenhouse. Funny.

We could revisit the toleration policy.

The front door and the back door.

I was in California recently,
and they're miles ahead.

Let's get a recreational user
at the table,

as well as someone
from the Justice Department.

No. Right, guys.

Hey, dude.

Everything okay?

I was starting to get worried.

- I needed some time to think.
- Here.

Money.

Enough to stay away for a while.

Spain, Portugal, somewhere sunny.

You can use this car.

I'm not going into hiding.

I have to stay with Angela.

Angela can go with you.

She's having chemo, Jack.

We'll figure something out.

What? A cottage in Spain?

Yeah.

Soon, people would ask,
"Who are they? What are they doing?"

I'll still get caught.

I'll get you the best lawyer.

They say she's only got one year left.
Two years tops, if the chemo works.

If I run, I'm looking at the maximum
sentence of four to six years.

That's too long for me.

I want to stay by her side.

So what will you do?

I'm going to tell them the truth.
Cut a deal.

Tell them that you're the financier.

- That's the end for The Jackal.
- Yes? My wife is dying.

This is not my fault.
Betty's gone completely off the rails.

I'm not going to jail
because you want a divorce.

Think for a second.

There are other ways.
There are plenty of options.

There are no other options.
I've been mulling it over for ages.

There are no options,
and I've made up my mind.

I'm telling you this
so that you're warned.

No, you're staying.
We're going to talk some more.

Stay.

- I've made myself clear.
- No. Do you hear me?

We're not done.

- Where are you going?
- None of your business.

- Say what?
- None of your business.

Don't do anything stupid.

You won't be betraying me, pal.

Don't be so stubborn.

Oh Jesus, Guido.

Why are you doing this?

What?

What's that?

Kiss my a*s.

I won't let anyone take
The Jackal from me.