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(indistinct chatter)

Man 1: So? See anything yet?

Man 2: What do you see?
Say something or give it to me.

Man 1: Is it even
the right way around?

Otherwise things will look
like they're further away.

Man 3: If you shut up for
a second, I can concentrate...

and I might see
one of your sisters

on the quay showing her twat.

Man 2: I'm jumping
the first white woman I see.

So, you better tell your
mothers to get off the quay.

Man 4: Open your trap again
and I'll knock your teeth out,

SO even your mom
won't recognize you.

(indistinct chatter)

Man 3: I think I see something!

Man 2:
Do you see the harbor yet?

Man 5: It's jam packed with
naked chicks, right? (laughs)

(indistinct chatter continues)

Man 3: It's a boat.
Some kind of dinghy.

Man 1: A boat full of hookers,
I hope. (laughs)

Man 2:
Is it the Red Cross nurses?

Man 1: That looks like a farmer.

Man 3: No, just citizens.

They're holding
banners and drums.

I can hardly see a thing
in this fucking fog.

Do you hear that?
Quiet everyone!

Man 4: It sounds
like a marching band.

It's not a marching band.

Man 4: Look out! Whoa!

- (glass shatters)
- (indistinct shouting)

(glass shatters)

MURDERERS

FREE THE INDIES

(person banging on metal pot)

MURDERERS

FREE THE INDIES

FILTHY NAZIS

CHILD KILLERS

THE EAST

(indistinct chatter)

Welcome to the Indies,
my friend.

(indistinct chatter)

(car horn blows)

- Mattias: Homesick.
- Who? You or me?

That's what they call them here.

The ship's chef smoked them.
Homesick cigarettes.

- Mattias.
- Johan.

Mattias: I'm from Haarlem.

- Arcen. In Northern Limburg.
- Right.

There was some
good fighting there,

it was crawling
with filthy Nazis.

Officer 1: Name.

Johan Leonard
Maria De Vries, sir.

Number and unit.

T-brigade,
fourth regiment Driebergen.

- Date of birth.
- July 6, 1926.

You're going to Semarang,
B-division.

Officer 2: Tropical gear!
One pair of shorts, one long.

Two shirts, one short-sleeved.
Sign here, please.

(indistinct chatter)

One standard SMLE rifle.

(gun cocks)

Officer 2: Tropical handbook.
Memorize every word.

It will reduce your chances
of a one-way ticket home

in a wooden suit. Next!

(indistinct chatter)

So? Where are you going?

- Semarang.
- Me too.

It's supposed to be quiet there.

Yeah? I hope it's not too quiet.

Werner:
Don't throw your pants in.

Semarang, right?
A tailor there will turn them

into two pairs of shorts
for cigarettes.

You'll need them in this heat.

How do you know?

Werner:
My brother was one of the first.

He's been there
for ten weeks now.

(indistinct shouting
and laughter)

My name is Major Penders.

On behalf of her Royal Highness,
Queen Wilhelmina,

I welcome you to the Indies.

(cheers and applause)

The journey was long,
the sacrifice great,

but soon your actions
will bear fruit.

Because,
thanks to our American allies,

the Japanese Nazis have
recently been kicked out.

But has this brought back
peace to the Indies?

all: No, no.

Has it brought back
peace to the Indies?

all: No!

- Not yet!
- On the contrary.

The Japanese poison
has already spread

through our beautiful colony.

The same poison...

that has also entered the
Japanese puppet Soekarno's mind.

(audience gasps)

Werner: Filthy bastard!

Soekarno, yeah. That coward.

The terrorist, who struck
once the Indies were freed...

from the awful years
under the Japanese.

The bastard who sent his thugs
into the country to kill,

plunder and rape.

Not just the whites
and Chinese.

Even their own compatriots...

who admitted they yearned
the return of the Dutch...

and the peace and prosperity
they would bring.

(bell dings)

It's a disgrace.
But that disgrace ends today.

The disgrace ends
with your arrival here!

Werner: Look, look!
Do you see that?

Not bad, is it?
Not bad! (laughs)

Four months ago, I'd never even
been out of Overijssel.

Mattias: Man of the world!

Real Lucky Strikes?
Where did you get those?

I know someone who knows
someone here in the harbor.

Want one?

Take one, a whole pack is 250.
Three for five guilders.

Hey, Johnny Weismuller.

A big guy like you
must be hungry. Am I right?

I'm okay.

- How much is that?
- Two cans for a guilder.

Never mind then.

You wait, after two months
of eating only rice,

- you'll change your tune.
- (laughter)

And the library is open for
business too, horny bastards.

(crickets chirping)

Give that to me.

Tinus: Hey, Nancy Boy!

- Are you kidding me?
- So, what is this?

Well, here he is!

Do you still have
some muscle on you or not?

(laughter, grunts)

Did you guys eat any meat
on the boat or not?

You're in Hut A.
Be thankful it's brand new.

There was nothing
when we came here.

We had to build
the roof over our own heads.

The fucking Japs
destroyed everything.

I found a tiger
with its cub in Hut C.

It scared the shit out of me.

Three things are very important.

First thing, taking a shit.
Back there are the latrines.

If you need to take a dump,
do it before 10 a.m.

It can reach 50 degrees in there
in the afternoon.

A few guys passed out.

They woke up with their heads
in their own shit.

(laughter)

You can also go outside the camp
in the bushes,

but then you risk getting
stabbed in the ass by a rebel.

Like one soldier near Priok.

They found his headless body
three days later...

with a dagger six inches
deep up his ass.

His pants still around
his knees. What about that?

You can't even take a shit
in this country.

Absolutely.

The second thing is washing.
Twice a day,

or you'll have all kinds
of rashes and worms in no time.

Our white bodies were not made
for these temperatures.

Or at least
not to work hard in them.

Did Werner tell you
about the shorts?

- Charlie: Yeah.
- Tinus: Okay, good.

- Hello.
- boys: Hello!

The third thing is the most
important, so listen up.

Don't trust anyone here.

Those darkies
would rather see us leave.

You would expect some gratitude.
We came here to help them.

Absolutely not, I can tell you.

They'll smile and wave
as you walk past...

only to go inside
to work on the bomb

they'll be putting
under your Jeep that same night.

Aren't those
FLAK air defense guns?

Someone has been doing
his homework.

- Are they broken?
- Tinus: No, they're fine.

Quality equipment,
really powerful Nazi stuff.

Sent with us on the ship
by the gentlemen in government.

Why aren't they being used?

We're fighting peasants
with swords and spears.

The idea these monkeys could run
their own country

is the only thing
we can shoot down.

(indistinct chatter)

(grunts)
This is all right. (sighs)

(clears throat)
These beds are taken, ladies.

Resistance members
get first pick.

- Mattias: Says who?
- Says me.

Can't you read?

What does it say? Two stripes?
I've forgotten what it means.

It doesn't mean
you can pick any bed you want.

Or that you
have to act like a dick.

(laughs)

Piss off, will you.

Move on, if you want to sleep
with your girlfriend tonight.

What did you say?

I said, you should move on
if you and your girlfriend

want to sleep
in the same bed tonight.

Come on, what's up?

Attention! Salute!

At ease!

Gentlemen,
welcome to Camp Matjan Liar.

You've had a long day,
so I'll keep it brief.

My name is Mulder
and this is my camp.

It's a new camp, so it's clean
and I want to keep it that way.

This is a dirty country, but we
don't have to live in squalor.

It's dinnertime soon,
at 1900 hours.

After that, there's leisure time
until 2100 hours

and then it's lights out.

You'll need your sleep tonight
because, tomorrow morning,

you'll start patrols
in three groups.

- Lieutenant.
- These patrols are essential,

as they reassure the locals
we're here to protect them...

and to rebuild
the country together.

Prince Bernhard has seen to it

that your mail was delivered
by air this morning.

At ease.

mail soldier: Name?

- Name?
- Cohen. Mattias.

- Welcome.
- Thank you.

- Name?
- De Vries, Johan.

(mumbling)

Sorry, De Vries.
Nothing for you yet.

Maybe they've gone
to the wrong camp.

De Val, Werner.

Our Father, who art in Heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Thy Kingdom come,

thy will be done on earth
as it is in Heaven.

Give us our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive
those who trespass against us.

And lead us not into
temptation

but deliver us from evil.

That's why we stand here
before you today.

We ask you for strength
to carry out the task,

we, as Christians, have been
given and have accepted.

A strength that keeps vigil
over us, so far from home,

but at the same time
connecting us.

So that every day we realize

that we're here to help
both Christians and pagans.

As in every pagan
lurks a Christian

who hasn't
yet discovered himself.

For thine is the kingdom,
the power and the glory,

forever and ever. Amen.

Night Guard: (whistles)
Aren't you one of the new boys?

You got any cigarettes?

Can you take over?

Any action tonight?

I've been here for three months.
I haven't seen one rebel yet.

Why are you on the ground,
if you're not afraid of snipers?

Night Guard: Oh, they're there.

They come in the middle
of the night

and fire from the bushes.

As soon as they've fired,
they're gone.

And everybody living here
hasn't heard or seen a thing.

(crickets chirping)

God damn it,
it's so fucking hot here.

I'd like a nice cold beer,
you know?

How long since you had one?

- Tell us!
- Yes, tell us!

Is Father Janssen with us?

Why?
Is this not a Christian story?

It's going to be
a dirty story, is it?

The night before we left,

my dad took me
to a bar in Amsterdam.

He did the same with my brother.

He thought that
we should get drunk

and fuck a good broad
at least once

before coming here
for a few years.

- (laughs)
- Your dad took you to a hooker?

And did he pay for you, too?

Yes, he'd heard stories
about the women here.

Mattias: So, how was it?
Tell us, from the beginning.

Well, we arrived
in Amsterdam by train

and couldn't find
our lodgings...

Not that, you prick.
Start with the whore.

I picked one
in the red light district.

- Was she sitting in the window?
- Yeah.

So, what did she look like?

She had this huge blond hair.

She looked a bit
like Rita Hayworth.

Sure! After ten beers, they all
look like Rita Hayworth.

Even Janssen
would look like her!

(laughter)

Go ahead, laugh.
What were you doing that night?

Half of you were probably
in bed crying,

getting tucked in by mommy.

That's what I thought.

After we negotiated a price,
my dad paid and I went in.

She closed the curtain

and told me to undress
and sit on the bed...

- while she put on some music.
- What kind of music?

I don't know,
some slow negro music.

- It's called jazz, Werner.
- (laughter)

If you say so.

Then she took off her clothes
and stood in front of me.

She took my hands and put them
right on her breasts.

- So nice! Was it nice?
- It did feel good, yeah.

After that,
she moved my hands down,

over her belly, all the way
down between her legs.

Then she started
to rub her pussy

up and down
against my two thumbs.

Christ, that is simply divine!
Did it get her a little wet?

A little is an understatement.

I thought
I was back at the barn.

I grabbed my stool and bucket,
and filled it up.

(laughter)

Johan: And then?

Then she grabbed my head
and pushed it against it.

- Right in my face.
- What?

She pushed your face
into her pussy?

Werner, whatever you do
in this country,

promise me one thing,
don't ever eat a whore's pussy.

(laughter)

(in Indonesian) Sir.

In the last few days,

have you seen any suspicious
people around here?

There's nothing to be afraid of.
We are here to help.

We will lock up and prosecute
the terrorists that harass you.

No, sir. I haven't seen anyone.

(in Dutch) The guy doesn't
even know what century it is.

I guess the welcoming committee
overslept.

Woman: Darling. Darling.

(in Indonesian) Is everything
okay, sir? Is there a problem?

There's no problem. Have you
seen anyone suspicious here?

No, sir. Nobody.

According to our sources,

armed men come here
all the time.

If it's true,
we could wait here awhile

and see if anyone turns up.

(chuckles) No need, sir.
Everything good here.

- You're sure?
- For sure, yes.

- My men are thirsty. Drink.
- Oh, drink. Coconut.

Child, pick the coconuts.
Hurry, hurry!

At ease!

Werner: Look.

They're just like monkeys.

Thank you.

Hey!

Good people!

- How are you doing?
- We can't complain.

Has it been quiet here?

We've been under heavy fire
the last few nights

from a group of stealing,
screaming monkeys.

Man: How long have you
been here?

Here? Three months.

- Many patrols?
- None.

- We just guard this plantation.
- Really?

Apparently,
it's strategically important.

Sure. For the treasury.

The Japs made this
their head office.

The bastards knew a good thing
when they saw it.

They just left
everything behind like this.

Probably hoping the locals would
find it and use it against us.

Some of these weapons have
never even been used.

Good stuff, this.

- What a life these people had.
- Certainly did.

- I think about it sometimes.
- About what?

Staying here when we're done.
Why not, right?

Grow some tea, get me a nice
local girl, have some kids.

(gunfire)

Disturbing the peace, right.

Try it! It's like pork,
you should try it.

♪ He walked
The cobbled streets ♪

I don't trust it.

♪ For months ♪

♪ And the future
Offered him no livelihood ♪

♪ His parents... ♪

Tastes good.

♪ Who barely got by ♪

♪ Called him a freeloader
Who had never done a thing ♪

♪ Then he signed up
For the colonies ♪

♪ Out of desperation
He signed the papers

♪ They waved him goodbye
From the quayside ♪

♪ And he was heard
Humming softly on the boat ♪

♪ Far away from everything
That I have loved

♪ I wander around in
Absolute loneliness ♪

♪ And the one I love ♪

♪ 1 will never lay eyes
on again ♪

♪ Don't forget me
And think from time to time ♪

♪ Of me for a moment ♪

♪ Here in foreign lands ♪

Village Boy: Let go. Let me go!

Let go. Let me go!

I want to talk to the soldiers.

What's going on?

This boy wants to speak to you.

What does he want?

There were men
in his village last night,

and you need
to go there right away.

They came to the village,
you have to come with me.

Tell the men
to pack their stuff,

we're leaving in five minutes.

Lieutenant Hartman: Highest state
of alert, this could be a trap.

God damnit.

(pukes, coughs)

(coughs)

Johan: Do we know who did this?

Lieutenant says they're
miles away in the jungle,

we'll never get them.

- So we're not going after them?
- No.

That's not right, is it?

How will these people ever
trust us if we don't even try?

We shouldn't have stopped here
yesterday.

- I'll talk to Hartman.
- There's no point.

The orders came from up high.
Try to get some sleep.

There's nothing more
we can do here.

Hopefully, they'll have found
your letters by now.

There won't be any letters.

Back home, everyone is dead.

Your hair is long.

You won't get your job back
looking like that.

Don't worry.

They have to give
all volunteers their jobs back.

Or half of us
wouldn't have gone.

It doesn't mean
you have to look like that.

(motorbike passes by)

They never liked us here.

(water splashes)

Twenty five meters, De Vries.
Not bad!

Not bad, Hendriks!

(indistinct chatter)

- Janssen: Is this free?
- Yes.

(groans)

I studied in the Congo
for a year,

but this humidity is the worst.

- How are you doing?
- I'm okay.

Are you sure?

Why?

- Is this a confession?
- No, it's not.

But know that
we don't need a church for that.

If you have
questions or something

you've seen here bothers you,
I'm here for you to talk to.

The only thing that bothers me

are the things
I don't see happening here.

(indistinct chatter)

- Can I have Lontong, please?
- Yes, sir.

And can I have some pecol?

- Pecel?
- This is pecel, sir.

Pecel...

- Please go.
- Yes, father.

She doesn't want you!

Thank you.

Charlie: All those fancy words
you memorized

and you're still
not getting laid.

If I had a daughter like that,
I would keep her to myself, too.

He would.

What do you want her to do then?

Fuck you?

(groaning)

- (indistinct chatter)
- (man groaning)

Hey, hey! What's going on here?

They want to steal my stuff.

- Shut up, you!
- Calm down, calm down.

De Vries, get over here!
This is none of our business.

All back on the trucks!
Hey, are you deaf?

(jeep approaching)

(tires screech)

What's going on here?

This man says
the Japs are stealing his stuff.

- (groans)
- (gun cocks)

(in English) Tell your
men to lower their weapons.

Weapons down.

Put the stuff back inside.
And get lost.

(in Japanese)
Who do you think you are?

- (gun cocks)
- (in English) Your call.

(in Japanese) Weapons down.
Take the things down.

(in Dutch) Who was that?

The Turk.
They call him the Turk.

Tinus: They say
he doesn't answer to anyone.

Half Greek, half Dutch.
Grew up in Istanbul.

He reported to London
at the start of the war

to liberate the Netherlands.

In the next four years,

he followed every
British Navy training program.

Let me tell you this.
If he was in charge,

we'd be home in a few months.

He lives close by.

On the main road
in a normal house.

He's not afraid of anything.

(indistinct chatter)

(music playing in distance)

(indistinct chatter)

(car horn honking)

(woman speaking Indonesian)

Johan! Johan De Vries!

Yes, I thought that was you.

Tell me, what the hell
are you doing here?

Doing my duty,
like everyone else.

Then you have quite a lot
to make up for.

Why would they
consider recruiting...

I've gotta go. Good to see you.

(indistinct chatter continues)

Who was that?

Johan: No idea, someone trying
to sell something.

I have no clue
what kind of beer this is,

but they're selling it
for ten cents!

Waiter! Bring us more beers.

(upbeat music playing)

(cheering, clapping, whistling)

(singing song)

(laughs)

Performer: Looking for
something special, gentlemen?

(indistinct chatter)

(music continues playing)

(indistinct chatter continues)

(music stops)

(madam in Indonesian)
I hope tonight will be

the most enjoyable night for you all.

(laughter)

Charlie: Are you coming with me?

Madam in brothel:
Serve the gentleman well.

Werner! Remember,
don't eat the whore's pussy!

Yes, all right.

- Go, quick. Serve him well.
- (in English) Yes, absolutely.

What about you, sir?
Are you going to choose?

- (in Indonesian) How old is she?
- Fifteen years old, sir.

- Fifteen years old?
- Yes.

Sorry.

Gita, come here quickly.

(breathes heavily)

What's your name?

- Gita.
- (water splashes)

Lieutenant Hartman:
Men, today is your lucky day.

You have a three-day patrol
through Klewang Sawabh territory.

Didn't group two
go there last week?

- Any problem with that, Cohen?
- No, sir.

Then stop interrupting me
and go pack your goddamn stuff.

Report back here in 15 minutes.
Corporal Coolen is in charge.

Johan: (in Indonesian)
Have you seen any rebels?

Gatot: No, sir.

You. What is your name?

- Gatot.
- Gatot?

- Are you lying, Gatot?
- No, sir.

Johan: Where are they?

Don't be scared.
Just point on the map.

Where are they?

(cow moos)

Johan: (in Dutch) Don't you ever
wonder what we're doing here?

It's been three months
and I haven't seen one rebel.

I wouldn't mind
keeping it that way, personally.

(raindrops pattering)

I didn't come here
because I enjoy long walks.

It's enough that we're here.
It gives people hope.

- You really believe that?
- No.

But that's what they tell me,

so I guess
that's what I'll believe.

- (thunder rumbles)
- (sighs)

It's turning
into real weak coffee, right?

(birds chirping)

(indistinct chatter)

(birds chirping)

(monkey screeching)

- Johan: Come on then!
- Once again!

- (grunting)
- (indistinct chatter)

Do we even know where we are?

- Coolen: Where is the river?
- I'm going to talk with Coolen.

- Coolen: River?
- River?

Corporal, the men are wondering
if everything's all right.

Of course it is.

We just missed a crossing
a few miles back.

- Are we going back?
- No.

We'll make it up
by crossing more to the west.

Take your knife out.
Yes, that's it!

Another one without the helmet!

Soldier 2: Damn it.

Soldier 1: Super!

Didn't you use maps
in the Resistance?

Who asked you?

This bridge
was blown up a year ago.

That's why we took
the Galingi last time.

You'll be sorry for this
when we get back, De Vries.

Take it easy, brother.

I'll buy you a beer later, okay?
Come on.

Bridge or no bridge,
we're crossing here!

(indistinct chatter)

If anyone sees a pike, tell me.

I'll throw it
in the pan tonight.

With butter, pepper and salt.

Ouch. Damn,
I think I just cut my foot.

You should've kept
your shoes on, Werner!

- (laughter)
- Yeah, yeah.

And then walk
for ten more miles in soaking...

- (gunshot)
- (groans)

- (indistinct shouting)
- (gunfire)

Hey!

Lieutenant Hartman: Who got shot?

Where are they?

(indistinct shouting)

Medic!

Fall back! Fall back!

(indistinct shouting)

(Werner groaning)

Come on. Come on now.

- Stay with me.
- (breathes heavily)

It'll be okay. Hey, look at me!

- Werner: I'm going home, right?
- Mattias: What do I need to do?

(Werner breathing heavily)

- Keizer?
- Keep the pressure on.

(breathes heavily)

- Keizer, hurry!
- Mattias: Keizer, come on!

Johan: Keizer!

(coughs)

I'm going home, right?
I'm going home, right?

You're going home.
It'll be all right.

(groans)

- (pants)
- (groans)

Is it bad?

Is it bad? (groaning)

(pants) No, it's okay.
Hey, stay with me. Look at me.

It's not that bad. (pants)
They're patching you up.

Then we'll put you on the boat.
You'll be home soon. Okay?

Hey! Then I'll come
and visit you. Right?

I'll bring the boys with me.

(breathing heavily)

Werner?

(pants)

(keyboard clacking)

Johan.

- Mr. Snijders.
- Good to see you.

Likewise.

- How are you?
- Good.

Yes. It feels good to be back.

Can I offer you
some ginger biscuits?

You probably missed that,
didn't you?

Thank you.

I came to tell you I'm ready
to get back to work.

(sighs)

That will be difficult.
There are no vacancies.

I'm afraid
there won't be for a while.

- Times are tough, still.
- I'm not here for a vacancy.

We've been told all volunteers
will get their job back,

once back home.

You received a letter
from the Ministry.

That may be, but our prime
minister doesn't pay my rent.

We haven't all been off
on vacation.

We've been working very hard
to build this up again.

What do you want me to do?

Fire someone who has worked here
for a couple of years?

Who maintains an entire family
of this salary? Johan?

- Johan?
- (glass shatters)

Janssen: Today, we are saying

our final goodbyes
to a dear friend.

Someone we've only known
for a short time.

We've shared
laughter and tears with him.

Werner wasn't only
an exemplary soldier,

he also served as someone
who lifted everyone's spirits.

We can take comfort in the fact,

that we know
Werner is in a good place now.

- That is for certain.
- (sobs)

God loves those
who have the courage

to give their lives
to help others.

For those people,
he has a special place...

close to him.

A place...

where Werner will be,
from time to time,

lifting everyone's spirits.

(indistinct chatter)

Look at those fucking monkeys.

They'd just as easily fight
against us

when it comes down to it.

Who?

Those brown monkeys over there.
Those boys can't be trusted.

They all look too much alike.

Do you know they say
the same thing about us?

Here.

- Mattias: To Werner.
- Charlie: To Werner.

Well, Your Majesty.
This one's for you.

- (laughs)
- A brave guy was buried today.

He was to this monkey country
by your fine words.

I won't mention his name
because you'll never hear it.

Why not?

Because you're in your palace...
eating cake with gold cutlery.

- That's why.
- (laughs)

Joining us to acknowledge
my friend at his funeral...

would be too much trouble.

- (Charlie laughing)
- Okay, thank you, Mattias.

It's like when the Germans came
in the night,

to take my father
and my brother.

Where were you then?

(sighs) Come on.

- Eating cake!
- Hey, asshole.

(laughs)

Take back what you said
about Her Majesty.

You worry about your own queen.

She is my queen.

You can suck my dick
with your brown monkey face.

But you don't want to.

(indistinct shouting)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(indistinct chatter)

Officer: Stop!

(grunts)

Officer: Hey! Damn it! Stop!

- (music playing)
- (fireworks crackling)

(indistinct chanting)

Indonesian civilian:
Hey, where are you going?

Hey, where is my money?

- (indistinct chatter)
- (fireworks crackling)

(grunts)

(laughs)

(indistinct noise)

- Hey, sir, Gita is still busy.
- Johan: Gita?

(groans)

Gita?

(indistinct chatter)

- Johan: Gita.
- This one is taken.

(glass shatters)

Fuck off.

(pants)

(raindrops pattering)

Kamp Commandant Mulder:
De Vries...

It says here that you
and killed soldier De Val

were responsible for the Bren.

That's right, sir.
I was carrying the ammo.

Ah. Where's the Bren now?

The Bren fell into the river

when Soldier De Val
was hit, sir.

What have you been taught

about leaving weapons behind
during confrontations?

A soldier is always responsible
for his weapon.

He's not allowed
to leave it behind

during contact
with the enemy, sir.

You know what the rebels
are doing with that Bren?

They are hiding with it
in the bushes by the road.

Waiting for one of your friends
to pass by.

Permission to look
for the weapon

in the river and scout the...

Denied. I'm not about to lose
more soldiers.

Jakarta wants an investigation
into this mess.

So, expect to hear
more about this. Now get out.

Listen, buddy.

If you get me in trouble again,

I'll cut your throat
while you sleep.

And trust me, nobody cares
about a dead traitor.

- What are you talking about?
- You thought nobody knew?

Someone from your town
had things to say about you

and your collaborator Nazi dad.

Lieutenant Hartman: Gentlemen!

- Everything okay?
- Yes, sir.

De Vries
was dizzy from the heat. Huh.

I was just helping him up.

Janssen: Are you sleeping okay?

Johan: Yes, all right.

Are you eating well?
You know you...

How does it work
with other people's sins?

What do you mean?

The sins of someone you love,
for example.

If you don't recognize them
as sins until later,

do they become your sins?

I don't know
the specifics of this case,

but I would say no.

And the other way around?

By doing good,

can you ensure someone else's
sins are forgiven?

(indistinct chatter)

Charlie: They've got him!

- (cheers, clapping)
- Charlie: They've got him!

Who?

The bastard who shot Werner
was caught with a Dutch Bren.

(indistinct shouting)

(gunfire)

The next bullet is for
anyone who dares to

touch this jungle bunny again.

(indistinct shouting)

(pants)

- Mattias: Johan.
- Yes.

(prisoner screaming)

That motherfucker will get
what's coming to him.

- (prisoner screaming)
- He's tough, though.

It doesn't matter.
Sooner or later they all break.

(prisoner screaming)

I'm not so sure.

Have you seen how skinny
and small that guy is?

What are we supposed to do?
Just shoot them all to bits?

- (sighs)
- Mattias: I'm going to bed.

Me too.

(door closes)

- Do you have a garage out here?
- Yes.

Do me a favor,

get me a battery, starter cables
and some wire, will you?

Put it there.

Just sit down.

You know how this works?

No.

Put the cable ends on the
battery when I give the sign.

Got it?

- (water splashes)
- (groans)

(in Indonesian)
Are you still with us?

Because the part that's really
going to hurt is about to start.

So, if you would like to say
something, this is your chance.

- (electricity crackles)
- (prisoner groaning)

(shivers, groans)

The soldier you killed
by the river last month

was his friend.

Do you realize what he
and his friends will do to you,

if I let them run riot?

Save yourself
and answer my questions.

(breathes heavily)

- Where are your companions?
- (chuckles)

- (electricity crackles)
- (groans)

(breathes heavily)

(in Indonesian) Freedom.

Freedom for Indonesia!

- (electricity crackles)
- (groans)

(thud)

(bell rings)

(indistinct chatter)

- (tires screeching)
- (horse neighing)

(horse whinnying)

- Farmer: Broken leg.
- (indistinct chatter)

Farmer:
That horse won't make it.

- It's his back leg.
- Easy. Calm down. Shh.

Easy. Easy. Calm down.

- Hey. Easy. Easy.
- (horse breathing heavily)

Hey.

- (indistinct chatter)
- (gunfire)

Keizer: (in Indonesian)
Stop there, mister. Stop.

Raise your hands!

- Are you lost?
- Djalili: No, sir.

- Well?
- I want you to listen to me.

I have important information

about a rebel gang
from Semarang.

(in Dutch) Keizer, search him.

(in Indonesian) What do you know
that we don't? Huh?

I know where they are.

I can show you where they are,
but please let my daughters...

He must talk slower,
I don't understand a word.

(in Indonesian)
Um, the Gaga Hitam are hiding...

The Gagak what?

The Gaga Hitam is
a gang in Semarang, sir.

They're hiding in his house.

They've taken
his two daughters hostage.

- He wants our help.
- In which village is his house?

(in Indonesian) Um... Uh, show us
on the map where your house is.

From this spot, we head up here.

That's not going to happen.

- (in Dutch) Why not, sir?
- Because I say so.

- This a great opportunity...
- It's not an opportunity.

The coordinates are
too far inside enemy territory.

I can't send my men in there.

I'd like permission
to scout out the terrain, sir.

I want this man gone
in less than five minutes,

or I'll kick you out as well.

Be outside the camp at the river
in two hours, okay?

- Okay.
- Johan: Keizer, send him home.

(knock on door)

(door lock opens)

Raymond! It's for you.

What's the name
of the man you're talking about?

Bahkar.

- Are you sure?
- Absolutely, sir.

These people are terrible.

That's why I came
to the Dutch for help.

- How many are there?
- Seven, eight people maybe.

Draw the roads
leading to your village

and where the houses are.

(sighs)

Raymond: You are brave.

- Thank you.
- You are welcome.

What about you?
Are you here to help people?

Or just to walk in circles
like the rest?

The former.

Then be here
exactly at midnight.

No weapons.
Come to the back door

and make sure nobody sees you.

- All right?
- Okay.

(indistinct chatter)

(purrs)

Thank you very much.
(clears throat)

De Vries. One letter.

Oh? You got a girl,
you dirty bastard?

And you didn't even tell
your best buddies.

Sender, Johan De Vries.

Did you send yourself a letter,
you sad bastard?

Johan De Vries Senior.
Penitentiary Facility Vught.

I thought your father was dead.

He is.

(crickets chirping)

(gun cocking)

- Johan.
- Samuel.

The Turk: Put this on.

It's a two-and-a-half-hour walk
to the village.

Samuel will guide us inland
so we can avoid the main roads.

If we're seen, we'll have
a lot of explaining to do.

Buddy.

- Are you ready?
- Ready.

The Turk: Wait here.

(breathes shakily)

(muffled sound)

- (loud blast)
- (gunfire)

(man grunting)

- Woman 1: Who are you?
- The Turk: Quiet! Quiet!

- What do you want? (pants)
- The Turk: We want to help.

- (thud)
- (gunfire)

(women screaming, panting)

(music playing)

(choir singing)

(indistinct chatter)

Is that camouflage powder?

Your first kill is important.
It defines who you are.

There are only
two kinds of people,

hunters and prey.

If the enemy is on your
doorstep, do you hide?

Or do you go outside
with a kitchen knife?

War forces people to choose,
that's a good thing.

A souvenir.

(keys jingling)

(indistinct chatter)

I've told the guys here
a lot about you.

That you're doing good things
in the East.

You are a man now.

- Do you have a girlfriend?
- I'm not here for you.

Or for myself.
I'm here for Mother.

- What is it with your mother?
- She's dead.

For three days already.
Someone had to tell you.

(sobs) Sorry, I...

Eddy: De Vries, Cohen... Get up.
Report to Hut 2 in five minutes.

Mulder: I've been ordered
to give you this job.

You must've been
kissing someone's ass.

- Sorry but...
- Mulder: Shut up!

Put the prisoner in a Jeep

and drop him off
in his territory.

We're letting him go?

There are
certain agreements about this.

Apparently, he talked himself
out of prison.

Do you think it was the Turk?

- Or maybe it was Mulder?
- I don't know.

- What?
- I don't know.

The Turk: Two types of people.

There are only
two types of people.

Get out. Get out, now!

No, leave it.
It looks better that way.

I'm going to count to five
and I want you to be gone.

Do you understand?

One...

(gun cocks)

- Two...
- Mattias: Come on. Run.

Run, run!

- Three...
- (gunfire)

The Turk:
I heard you had some trouble.

You lost a Bren gun
in the river?

That's right, sir.

I read the report,
your commander is an idiot.

You should have returned

and burnt the entire area
to the ground.

I know the guy
leading that investigation,

- he won't bother you again.
- Thank you, sir.

- May I speak freely, sir?
- Certainly.

Why did you let
that prisoner go?

Weren't you sure
it was him who fired at us?

Oh, yes.

I was sure.
That's why I didn't let him go.

I gave him to you.

Stay there.

Those guys were rebels,
weren't they?

That's right.

And that's not a problem?

If you know
who you're dealing with.

They're a religious group.

They want to drive the rebels
and communists out.

In exchange for money,

they'll tell us
where to find them.

So, what if they get into power?

Then we'll talk to
whoever wants them out.

Chaos rules
in this country right now.

The Japs are out,
the English too.

The Dutch government
doesn't know what to do,

and the Indonesians are
fighting amongst themselves.

The Muslims with the Christians,
the Chinese with the Javanese,

the communists
with the capitalists, and so on.

But the average guy
doesn't care about that.

He just wants to grow his rice.
And that's why I'm here.

To track down those elements
disturbing the peace.

So a new country can be built
out of all this misery.

What that country
will look like,

or who ends up running it,
isn't up to me.

What I do know is that
the people longing for peace...

will benefit.

(indistinct chatter)

Do you know
what they call me here?

- Who?
- The locals.

They call me Ratu Adil.
Do you know what that means?

The rightful ruler.

According to an ancient myth,

he's a warrior
from the Middle East

who frees the people
from their oppressors.

Johan,
everything you're going to see

in the coming days
is top secret.

- I hope you realize that.
- Of course, sir.

If you talk
to anyone about this,

I will arrest you for treason
and execute you on the spot.

(laughter)

(dog barking)

(in Indonesian)
Gita. Gita, right?

Wait. I have something
that you might like.

What do you want?

Seriously. Give me one minute.
Just have a look.

If you don't want it,
I'll be gone.

It's in the back of my car.

I don't need anything. Go away.

Wait, Gita. Gita.

We confiscated this
from some Japanese.

Um... It's not really
good camouflage material.

In the jungle.

I thought
maybe you could use it.

Maybe make a nice dress
or something.

(inaudible)

- Are you working tomorrow?
- Yeah.

(child screaming in distance)

Can I ask...

How much do you make
on an average night?

Fifteen guilders
on a good night.

If you want to work tomorrow,
that's up to you.

But this is enough
for you and your child.

For a week.

- What do you want from me?
- Nothing.

(car engine starts)

(indistinct chatter)

Johan: So...
Is business good, Charlie?

This? Oh, this is nothing.

I took it from a dead rebel.
Probably not even real gold.

Johan: Looks real to me.

Hey,
we're going into town tonight.

I have a bottle of gin
with your name on it.

Sorry boys.
I have to get up early.

But don't let me stop you.

You missed the last three times.
You know that, right?

Maybe it's time you set us up
with one of those special jobs.

Eddy's friend:
Long time no see, De Vries.

What do you do all day,
working for the Turk?

Nothing.
I just chauffeur him around.

- (Eddy's friend laughs)
- Eddy: Yeah!

You can get far in the army
by kissing the right asses.

We knew that already.

Shut your fucking mouth, Coolen.
If anyone kisses ass, it's you.

- (Mattias laughing)
- Charlie: You fucking asshole.

(chuckles)

We'll see how far he gets when
they find out who he really is.

What are you talking about,
moron?

- Oh, didn't you know?
- Mattias: What?

Your buddy here is known
all over his town...

Charlie:
Hey! Johan! Hey, hey, hey!

Lieutenant Hartman: Hey! Hey!

- (Johan pants)
- Hey! Calm down.

(whistles) What's going on?

How do I look?

- (music playing)
- (indistinct chatter)

- Good evening.
- bartender: Good evening.

Could we have a scotch
and a water, please.

So... Have we won yet, boys?

Not yet. But it's looking good.

It sure does.

Come.

Major Penders:
Maybe you've heard, maybe not.

Captain Scheepens and his men
were ambushed last week.

Five out of 19 soldiers were
killed, another five injured.

Scheepens himself
is severely injured.

I've heard something about that.

Then maybe you've also heard...

that Scheepens was to head
a new commando unit.

The Special Troops Corps.

It hasn't escaped me, Major.

I want you to step in.

Losing five men
in the first week.

I'd say, that doesn't
sound good at all.

Thank you.

I've seen your file.

You've been
waiting for action since '41.

Listen, this won't be some
third-rate division...

that we put on
as a show of strength.

This is the real deal.

On the ground,
head to head with the enemy.

With this unit,
we can fight terrorism.

The Special Troops Corps will be
the face of our victory.

I thank you for your offer,
but I'm happy where I am.

Major Penders: Raymond,
this conflict is almost over.

And I want you to win it for us.

- Almost over?
- Mm-hmm.

You just told me that Scheepens

and his team
have been shot to pieces.

Do you see what's happening
in the streets, in the villages?

Or do you only see
what's happening in this garden?

(indistinct chatter)

The Republic is a reality,

there's nothing
we can do about that.

All we can do is protect
our seat at the table...

when this
new nation takes shape.

And to do that,
we must restore order...

and root out terrorism, so
people know they can trust us.

So, tell me
how we beat this terror.

(The Turk sighs)

You know the thing about terror?
You can't beat it.

You have to break it.
Destroy it.

And the only way to destroy
terror is with more terror.

Like weeds, you must pull them
from the ground by their roots.

And when everything's gone,

you burn the soil and put
the fire out by pissing on it.

Especially here in the jungle.

Our soldiers don't understand
the rules of the jungle.

I guarantee
you have complete freedom

as to how you handle this.

- Complete freedom?
- Carte blanche.

Who covers me
when something goes wrong?

People who have no one above
them. One man, to be precise.

The only one above him

is underneath him
in bed every night.

(laughs)

(indistinct chatter continues)

(music playing)

(inaudible)

Johan:
What will you do after this?

When this is over,
and there is peace.

The Turk: You know what it is?

It's not in man's nature
to be at peace.

That would mean that people are
content with what they have.

And they never are.

What if it did happen
and there was peace everywhere.

Then what?

If people like me weren't needed
anymore to bring peace,

I would make music.

- Music?
- Yes.

I'd sing opera to the people.

Verdi, Puccini.
The great tragedies.

Love, betrayal and war.

That's the thing, isn't it?

In times of war,
people want peace,

and in times of peace,
people want war.

Think about that.

- (knock on door)
- The Turk: Come in.

(door opens, closes)

At ease.

There was something
in the mail this morning

that might interest you.

I'm proud of you.

Congratulations,
Corporal De Vries.

On to the business at hand.

I've noticed
that a Dutch soldier

is selling diesel to the rebels.

CONFIDENTIAL

You know what to do.

(indistinct chatter)

Where are we going?

(plane engine whirring)

The Turk: Wait here.

- Can I ask you something?
- Sure.

Doesn't it ever feel strange,
fighting your own people?

These are not my people.

The island I'm from
is as far away from here

as Amsterdam from Istanbul.

It was your people
who made it one country.

Plus, like you, I'm a Christian.

People here really
don't like Christians.

They'll come after us
when you're gone.

- Do you know who that was?
- Yes.

Get all your affairs
on Java in order tomorrow.

We leave here tomorrow at dusk.

I don't know when we'll be back.
Understood?

(hen clucking)

Gita?

Gita!

(in Indonesian)
I didn't know you were coming.

Let me get changed
and we can go.

- Okay?
- I am thirsty.

I don't have much to offer you.
How about some tea?

Sounds good.

- Haven't you been outside yet?
- I have.

But I was tired
and came in to lie down.

Why, Johan?

Do you have a cigarette for me?

The cigarettes
are still in my car.

(groans)

- Don't... Don't! Forgive us.
- (crying)

- (sobs)
- Are you trying to trap me?

- Hmm?
- (baby screaming, crying)

Put your hands up!
Who are you? Huh?

Don't look at her!
What's your name?

- (grunts)
- (baby's cry intensifies)

Don't shoot!
Please, don't shoot us. (sobs)

Who is this?

- (breathing heavily)
- My fiancé.

I'll do anything you want.
But please don't shoot us.

Don't shoot us. Please, Johan?

(indistinct chatter)

(indistinct chatter)

Everyone is saying
that it's not a drill this time.

- Do you know something?
- It'll be fine.

(chuckles)

Brothers.
Do you know what this is?

In this file is the order to
leave for Celebes right away...

and cleanse the southern part
of the island from every...

and that really does mean
from every terrorist element.

But...

This will not be
a pleasure trip.

If you don't want to be up to
your ankles in blood tomorrow,

you can bow out now.

I suggest the rest of you
get on board.

(indistinct chatter)

(indistinct chatter continues)

The Turk: We'll make our camp
here tonight.

Early to bed,
ready to leave at 400 hours.

Four guards outside,
one on the roof.

Change guards every two hours.

(blows air)

Mattias:
Werner would've loved this.

- Are you scared?
- No.

You?

I'm glad
we're finally doing something.

(rhythmic drumming)

(drumming continues)

Johan: Hey!

Mattias: Hey! Hey!
Wake up, all of you!

- (baby crying)
- (indistinct chatter)

- Get up! Get up!
- Johan?

Everyone, right?
Get out, get out! Get out!

Hey, get out!
Get out. Go, go, go.

(indistinct screaming, shouting)

Go, go, go!

Move!

(indistinct shouting, crying)

Hurry up, go!

- Johan: Quiet!
- Eddy: Quiet!

Johan: Shut up! Damn it!

(indistinct chatter slows down)

(villager crying)

(in Indonesian) Good morning,
good people from Lisoe.

Today is your lucky day.

I've been sent here by our queen

to stand by you
in your hour of need.

It has come to my attention
that this community...

has been suffering severely
from some negative elements.

Through terrorist actions...

- Quiet!
- (indistinct chatter)

Through terrorist actions,

these elements are trying

to stop your community
from becoming prosperous.

But fear not.

I have come here today to free
you from these terrorists.

(gun cocks)

I have here a list of 15 names.

When I call your name,
please step forward.

Puang Side.

Eddy:
Hurry up! Move it! Move it!

Are you Puang Side?

Yes, sir.

- (gunfire)
- (crowd screaming, crying)

Andi Patta!

Hurry! Hurry!

Hurry!

Are you Andi Patta?

- (gunfire)
- (crying)

Eddy: Quiet!

Abdullah Rashid?

(pants)

- Something wrong?
- You all lost it, didn't you?

The Captain needs his rest.

- (knock on door)
- Come in.

De Vries. How are you?

Permission to speak freely, sir?

Go ahead.

Today, De Vries.

I don't know, sir.

It bothers me
that we don't try these people

or even question them.

How can we be sure

that these
are the people responsible?

It's a question of having
the right information.

What if
our information is wrong?

Impossible.

But you can't say for sure

that everything
is 100 percent right.

The thing is...

If the information is wrong,

it'd still be right,
because I say so.

This is our mission, Johan.

It's the only way
to stop the terror here.

So, if you have a better way
of doing this,

I suggest you tell me now.
Otherwise I advise you

to find your mat
and get some sleep.

We're far from finished here.

Two kinds of people, Johan.

If you know
which you want to be,

you know this is the only way.

(grunts, breathes heavily)

Who are you really?

(sighs)

(indistinct chatter, shouting)

Hey, hey!

(gunfire)

Move it! Keep it moving!

(people screaming)

(sobs, screams)

Hey!

Quiet!

Quiet! Quiet!

Quiet!

Harun Lakajang.

Move it!

Move it!

(in Indonesian)
Are you Harun Lakajang?

Yes.

- (gunfire)
- (screaming)

Quiet! Shut up!

The next names are brothers.

So, I want them
to come forward together...

and take responsibility
for their actions.

Bachrong Siajang,
Sulaiman Siajang,

Kamba Siajang,

Yusuf Siajang.

(in Dutch) I need two volunteers.

Johan?

Are you the four brothers?

Bachrong Siajang,
Sulaiman Siajang,

Kamba Siajang, Yusuf Siajang.

The sons of Puan Siajang.
Sons of the convicted criminal?

My father is no criminal!
The only crimi...

A simple yes or no will do.

Yes.

- Fire!
- (gunfire)

(crowd screaming)

(indistinct crying)

Ahmad Muttalib.

(crickets chirping)

(exhales) Sorry.

It's been a long day.

Good work today.

When I was 15,

my father was diagnosed
with cancer in his foot.

The doctor gave him
four months to live.

That same afternoon,
he had his whole leg amputated.

He's still alive today.

Do you see my point?

(exhales)

Good luck tonight.

(music playing)

(inaudible)

(gunfire)

(gasps, pants)

Thomas: De Vries. Are you okay?

We leave in 90 minutes,
so try to get some sleep.

(breathes heavily)

(indistinct chatter)

The Turk: Kanna Harusan.

Samuel: Hurry!

Move it!

Is this your name?

- (gunfire)
- (people screaming)

Kaco Numang!

- Samuel: Quick.
- It's not me.

- Not me.
- Samuel: Just go, quickly.

Why did you accuse me?
You planned to take my...

Are you planning
to take my land?

Samuel: Hey, get back here!
Stay there!

- Kaco: Not me.
- Samuel: Stand still!

It's not me. He set me up.

What do you mean, "set you up"?

He's scheming to take my land.
He just set me up.

- What happened?
- Kaco: It wasn't me.

Can I get
to the bottom of this, sir?

Go ahead.

Samuel!
What's the other man saying?

You bastard,
is that true or not?

Dimas: It is not me but him.

He's got nothing to do with it.

What's this man's name?

- Samuel: What's your name?
- Pua Palau.

- Say it again, clearly.
- Pua Palau.

Pua Palau.

That name is not on my list,
so it's not relevant today.

(gun cocks)

With all due respect, sir.

Can't we get
to the bottom of this?

I don't trust this at all.

You have three seconds
to step aside,

or I'll shoot right through you.

(water splashes)

(coughs, groans)

(breathes heavily, groans)

We've decided to tie you up,

as it wasn't clear what you were
trying to do this morning.

Were you delirious?

Or was this meant to be

a serious attempt
at insubordination? Hmm?

No to both, sir.

Whatever is happening here,
is not what I signed up for.

You know
the thing about you, Johan?

When I read your file
for the first time, I thought,

"What shall I do?

Shall I give this boy a chance
to prove himself,

to save the honor of his family?

Or will I hold it against him
that his father was...

one of the
highest-ranking members

of the Dutch Nazi party NSB?"

The son of the man who hounded

over 1,000 members
of the resistance

and Jews to their graves.

That son now
betrays his own captain.

After all I did for you.

Betrayal must run
in your family's blood.

I accepted you
in a band of brothers.

It pains me to see you
turning against us.

But you know what? I don't
just want to show my bad side.

As soldier De Vries thinks
he knows better,

he will get the chance
to prove it.

Exactly five miles from here,

there's a ship that stays close

to support us
in case of emergencies.

I'll give you
a 15-minute head start...

before coming after you
with three men.

If we find you before
you reach the ship, you're mine.

Get to the ship and you're safe.

Untie him
and give him his knife.

De Vries, you've wasted
30 seconds already.

Are you going to
make is so easy for us?

(indistinct chatter)

Tinus: There are
no more tracks from here.

Eddy: You think he went
on through the water?

- Tinus: He must have.
- Eddy: Let's walk further.

Tinus: I think we lost him.

Eddy: I wanted that
little Nazi rat so badly.

Tinus: Let's go back.

Eddy: Give me two minutes.

(muffles sound)

(both grunting)

(both grunting)

(muffled sound)

(breathes heavily)

- (thunder rumbles)
- (raindrops pattering)

Careful now.
Throw your gun on the ground.

Come on.

- Take your shirt off.
- What?

Shirt off!

Tell me where the Captain is.

I don't know.

Don't lie to me.
You know where he is.

I lost him half an hour ago.
I couldn't keep up with him.

- Maybe he didn't want me to.
- Look in front of you!

Believe me.
You know I wouldn't hurt you.

Then why
is the gun's safety off?

(thunder rumbles)

(pants)

I'm impressed, Johan.

It's a shame
it had to come to this.

Such a shame.

You're the only one I'd give
this chance to. You know that.

I know. I just don't know why.

Because we could've
gone far together.

(gunfire)

You must stay focused.
I could've had you then.

What are you going to do, Johan?

Shoot your friend
and mentor on a beach?

Or are you going to
make a run for it?

You know I'm a good shot.

Maybe I'll do neither.

(gunfire)

(groans)

Stop whining, soldier.
It's only a flesh wound.

Keep pressure on it
and you'll make it.

(groans)

(laughs)

(sighs)

(sighs)

I expected
to see you much sooner.

Me too.

Did you watch?

What?

What do you think?

Some of it.

What did you think?

I think you're better
at being a soldier.

(laughs)

But...

Did you only come here
to tell me that?

So, get on with it then.
I have autographs to sign.

(gunshot)

- (stumbles off chair)
- (groans)

(grunts)

Stop whining.
It's only a flesh wound.

(groans)

(music playing)

♪ At the rice harvest ♪

♪ It didn't take long to know ♪

♪ My darling girl ♪

♪ I love you so ♪

♪ The way you looked at me ♪

♪ So sweet and so fragile I

♪ Oh, Lula Kami ♪

♪ My heart ached for you ♪

♪ There on the Sawa ♪

♪ You said your vows ♪

♪ You made me so happy ♪

♪ You became my wife ♪

♪ At the rice harvest ♪

♪ It didn't take long to know ♪

♪ My darling girl ♪

♪ I love you so ♪

♪ The way you looked at me ♪

♪ So sweet and so fragile I

♪ Oh, Lula Kami ♪

♪ My heart ached for you ♪

♪ There on the Sawa ♪

♪ You said your vows ♪

♪ You made me so happy ♪

♪ You became my wife ♪

♪ You became my wife ♪

(music ends)