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Black Book

Ronnie?

-What are you doing here?
-I live here. This is my country.

-Are you Jewish?
-What are you doing in Israel?

I'm here with my husband, the one with
the collar over there. That's George.

It's because of the war, the doctor says.

Jesus is everything, no sins.
It's nice and quiet at night, you know.

But the last man I saw you with
was Canadian, I thought.

Yes, that's right. He is Canadian.

How did you end up here?

-Bye, darling. I will write. I'll send you photos.
-Bye, Helen.

Rachel. Rachel Rosenthal. I'm married.
Write it down. Rachel Rosenthal.

-Address?
-Kibbutz Stein.

-Shalom. That's what they say, isn't it?
-Shalom.

Jesus is the light of the world

Light means life...

Jantje, Stientje, you will set the table today.

-Good morning, Mrs Tjepkema.
-Good morning.

-Good morning, children.
-Good morning, Miss.

-Good morning, Rachel.
-Remember, we are never to say Rachel.

-This evening the stables should be clean.
-All right, boss.

Take your seats, now.

Father, will you pray?

Our guest has probably learnt something new.

Good. Close your eyes.

Jesus spoke to them again:

''I am the light of the world.

''Whoever follows me
shall not wander in darkness,

''but will live forever.''

-Amen.
-Amen.

Very well. And no slip of the tongue at all.
Stientje, give her some as well.

If the Jews had listened to Jesus,
you wouldn't have been in such trouble.

Oh, well. Let's eat.

There you go.

Hey, you there, girl. English music is forbidden.

-Not for naked girls, though.
-That's not funny.

You scared me. I thought there were Jerries.

-How can I make it up?
-Let me sail with you.

-And I would also like a cigarette.
-Yes, of course.

-What on earth is he doing?
-Dumping some ballast, so he can go higher.

Get down.

-Where are you going?
-That's where I'm hiding.

Hold on. Look, Germans.

You can't go back. Come on.

Enjoy your meal.

Keep quiet.

Hey, that voice.

-It's you.
-It was me.

Before the war.

One moment you're singing,
the next you have to keep quiet.

-Look. My dad caught this for us.
-How sweet of him.

Will you light the stove?

-This is nice.
-You can keep it.

-Really?
-A keepsake. Because you saved me.

That's sweet of you.

Thank you.

-At least some good has come out of it.
-How do you mean?

I no longer have to quote those dull passages
from the Bible to get food.

A car.

It's a petrol engine.

Miss Stein?

Rachel Stein?

Miss Stein, I know you are here.

The Germans found an ID with your name
on it near the burnt-down farm.

Steersman Maalderink,

the Jerries know you were there.
They have your sail number.

-Who says?
-Come on now.

The Jerries aren't stupid.

A Jewish woman in hiding disappears all of
a sudden and you were the only one there.

-Why are you here?
-To warn you.

What if they find you here?

She will be sent to Poland and you
and your family go to prison for helping her.

How did you get this story?

The Jerries sent their report to the police,
who gave it to us.

Us? Who's that?

Just us. Just be glad there are
so many good policemen in Holland.

I just wanted to say to you, hide, now.

Good night.

-I thought I was clear enough.
-You have to help Rob and me.

You belong to the resistance. So you can help us.

-Maybe, but it is dangerous.
-We'll take the risk.

You can't leave us like this now. Please.

There's an escape route through the Biesbosch.
I can lead you to a liberated area.

That's insane. In a couple of weeks,
the Tommies will be here to liberate us all.

Those same Tommies have suffered
a great defeat near Arnhem.

Take your choice, go with us,
or take care of yourself.

Wait. We are going with you.

Be ready tomorrow. I will pick you up at 2:00.

Don't pack too much,
but make sure you can last a while.

Here it is.

I'll wait around the corner.

-Yes?
-I'm here to see the notary.

-I'm Rachel Stein.
-Just a moment.

There is a girl called Stein. She wants to see you.

My husband will see you now.

-Smaal.
-Rachel Stein.

My father said I could go to you
if I was in trouble.

Every young woman can claim she is Rachel Stein.

My parents and my little brother.

What can I do for you, Rachel?

My hiding place has been blown up.

I lost all my documents.

Now I've been offered
a way to get to a liberated area.

-Well, well.
-But I need money to support myself.

How much?

Well, it should be enough for one year, at least.
A hundred thousand?

No. That's impossible.

Half of it then?

In dollars and jewellery, please.
It cannot take up too much space.

You will have to sign.

I have to be able to account for it

to your father.

-Do you know where my parents are hiding?
-No, and I don't want to know either.

-Where do I sign?
-Right here.

Hold on. Shouldn't you count it before you sign?

No, that's all right. I trust you.

Oh, my. Blind faith.

In this day and age.

Your papers, please.

I'm Van Gein, SD. I have Jews in the back.

1 0 pieces.

All right, go on. Have a good journey.

-Heil Hitler!
-Heil Hitler!

Come on out.

We're going.

-Rachel. Rachel.
-Max! It's my little brother.

We're here too.

-My girl.
-Quiet. Come on.

-How did you get here?
-Through him.

-He said you were going to a safe area.
-Of course we wanted to go too.

-This is Rob. He has helped me.
-Hello.

Don't push. Careful. Go to the front.

Go on. And sit down.

Sit down.

-Hurry up a bit. You're keeping us.
-He's just had an operation.

Four days ago. His wound hasn't even healed.

I'm sorry. I didn't know.

Could you release the plank?

-Aren't you coming?
-No, the skipper will take over from here.

Have a safe journey.

Take that off, lady.
It shines too much in the dark.

I never take it off, not even when I sleep.

Button your coat. Nothing escapes the Jerries.

Let's go.

Look. Gingerbread. I saved it
for a special occasion. That's now.

What was wrong with you?

Acute appendicitis. He almost had to stay back.

The notary managed to find a doctor
who secretly operated on him.

It was close. On the kitchen table.

You mean Mr Smaal knew where you were?

Yes, of course. He was the one
who helped us find this place.

He insisted he didn't know.

-Weird.
-No. Just careful.

But where were you hiding?

In the attic, with a boring grocer.

A socialist, but a good person nevertheless.

Brussels is better though.

-We will stick together from now on, right?
-Yes.

-Why are we going east?
-How do you know?

I was in long-haul trade. Before the war.

Before the war, I worked for
the Holland America Line.

I'm sailing zigzag.

Excellent.

Get out!

Show us your cargo!

-Open up!
-But soldier, she is dead.

-She had typhoid.
-A very contagious disease.

Open up!

Close it!

-I'm glad to be out of there.
-We never get any complaints.

There's a little bit of space. Look.
More would be too conspicuous.

I meant the rain.
It was hard to keep my face still.

Give me your hand.

You can wash up over there.

Here, use this.

I don't know how I could ever thank you.

-Untie these straps.
-Get lost, Joop.

Just thank the people who found you
for warning us instead of the SD.

We'll dye your hair.

Dad.

Kuipers.

Ellis de Vries.

You'll get used to it. Do you have a good ID card?

Everything is perfect, Dad. Couldn't be more real.

Yes.

Have you ever cooked a meal?

Yes, at home. Kosher food.

There's no need for that any more.

-Sorry.
-You can stay here, as a resident,

-but you will have to work.
-The harder the better.

Her whole family was killed by the SS.

Someday we're going to get those bastards, Ellis.

FIVE MONTHS LATER

Ellis, come with me.

Would you be able to replace someone?

-Sure. It's work.
-Even if it's dangerous?

-What have I got to lose?
-Your life.

She's going with me tomorrow?

Ellis is our new courier.

-I'm Hans. Sit down.
-I'm Ellis.

We all know the procedure.
Kuipers and his men take care of the technique.

We provide cover. It's a routine job.

-What time does he arrive?
-7:30.

-Direction of the wind?
-North-northwest.

You'll take the other side, south-southeast.

Red. And you'll go 200 yards, Kees.

But not any further. I'm not Jesse Owens.

-Blue, Kees.
-Any more questions?

-Pass me the gin.
-And what is my job?

You'll be my fianc�e. Some kissing and petting.

You'll pretend to be in love.
The Jerries won't pay attention.

A little bit of kissing, that's all?

Lads,

-to the Queen.
-To the Queen.

To Wilhelmina, Tim, you communist.

-Morning.
-Morning.

One minute left. Let's begin.

You'll take this.

-Great, chocolate. I haven't had it in two years.
-Ellis,

you will carry this tomorrow.
Be careful, there's radio stuff inside.

Music. Nice. Are we going to dance?

I will be placing a microphone
in the SD's headquarters.

I thought there was maximum security.

I'm a maintenance engineer. They constantly
need us. I can go there whenever I want.

I've got everything prepared.
I was only waiting for this.

-Is my stuff there as well?
-Here it is.

I can't be seen with that.
It even says, ''Handle with care,'' in English.

There are some suitcases in the office.

Start loading, guys.

Hands up! Don't move!

Oh, my God.

-We took five lives. What have we done?
-Theo, it was them or us.

Take all weapons. We have to get out.
I'll check outside.

Bloody hell. Hans is really a cold fish.

He's a first-class sniper.

-What if he had missed?
-He never does.

He was the best shooter in Pro Patria.

-What's that?
-The best student shooting club.

Hans, Maarten and I belonged to it
and we're working with the resistance.

Hans is great. He'll get you through anything.

Well, no more Jerries.
Those bastards were operating on their own.

Take off his uniform. We can use everything.

-We have to give them a Christian burial.
-You think so?

There are plenty of deep wells.
You can throw them in there.

That's my gun. What did you think?

What did you think I thought?

Attention. Keep your papers ready.

We're in love, right?

Well, there we go.

Open up all suitcases.

-Whose suitcase is that?
-It's mine.

I will shoot them. Use the emergency brake,
get off the train and run.

Keep your hands off me!

Dirty pig.

How do you do?

-May I help you?
-Thank you.

Quite heavy, isn't it?

Beautiful women shouldn't have to carry
heavy trunks.

They contain my records and gramophone.

-Thank you.
-You love music that much?

It's my profession. I was a singer before the war.

-Ellis de Vries.
-Ludwig M�ntze.

Papers.

-Exciting book?
-Very exciting, at least for me.

Stamps.

I was crazy about them as a child.

-All those countries.
-I've been collecting them since I was six.

That's probably why
I ended up studying geography.

-Identification.
-Don't you see I'm busy?

Move on.

Yes, sir, Hauptsturmf�hrer.

May I take a look? I promise I'll be careful.

Polish, French.

I always collect stamps from countries
I am stationed in. First Poland, then France.

And now from here.

Amidst our queen you just stop?

Well, the Wilhelmina stamps from
the Dutch East Indies.

I doubt I will ever get them.

Hauptsturmf�hrer, here.

These are mine.

I can give you a ride, Miss de Vries.
Then you don't have to carry all this.

Thank you, not necessary.
I am being picked up by someone.

-But thank you so much.
-Well...

-Maybe we'll meet again one day.
-That would be nice.

Goodbye.

Ladies and gentlemen, the train on platform 2,

destination Haarlem, is delayed
until further notice due to an air raid alarm.

The train to Roosendaal...

-Men fall for you easily, it seems.
-Well, you know men.

His name is M�ntze. Quite a nice man.

He is head of the SD. Several people
in the resistance died because of him.

A man like that collects stamps.

I'd be happy to see him executed after the war.

-Very happy.
-Look out.

-Look, he's got something.
-Watch out.

Mr Gerben, it's our car.

Keep off.

Open up.

-Block it. Come on.
-Get out, all of you.

For God's sake.

They've seen the weapons.

Run.

No!

Come on, damn it.

Gerben.

-They will catch you too.
-I don't care. He's my son.

If they get you, we're all dead.
You know too much.

-We'll knock them out of here.
-Mr Kuipers, there's nothing we can do.

Here, take everything.

Ellis, will you take the suitcases?
Here you go, Hans.

Call and tell them it's not safe here.

Thanks to that scumbag M�ntze, they've got Tim.

Wait.

Tell people the soup kitchen is closed.

You met M�ntze on the train, right?

-The soup kitchen is closed.
-And he liked you?

He fell head over heels for her.

You're exaggerating.

He showed me his stamps.
He collects Wilhelmina stamps.

The soup kitchen is being closed.

How far would you go with him?

How far?

You mean sleep with him?

-Putting it bluntly.
-I like things to be clear.

Is that what you mean?

How far would you go for Tim and the others?

As far as M�ntze wants. All right?

A nice suit for a dead body,
while everyone is in rags.

-Anything for the customer.
-Where is the suitcase?

You sure think of everything.
And it's only for a damn Jerry.

Get out. It's none of your business.

-Since our little trip, I'd say it is.
-No, not at all.

-I'm here to pick up the suitcase.
-It's over there.

-Damn. It's wet.
-Broken?

Hopefully not. It's insulin.
There's an incredible shortage.

A diabetic who doesn't get insulin is lost.

I know all about it.

Are you a diabetic? I didn't notice.

No, I'm perfectly healthy.

Don't look at me.

I knew a comedian who injected insulin
before the show.

If he injected too much, he'd take
some chocolate. Always the same.

At least it's better than suffering.

British bastards. At least half of them are broken.
They will not be glad in the hospital.

Are you a doctor?

Don't ask. The less you know,
the less you can give away.

It stings, Doctor.

Shall the doctor take a look?

I'm the first one after all.

Yes?

That girl is here again.
She looks like Jean Harlow now.

Rachel?

-You're back?
-We never made it across the Biesbosch.

What about your parents and Max?
I thought they were going too.

Suddenly the Germans were there.

Just bad luck.

It's strange.

Everyone is dead and I can't cry about it.

Who was taking you to the other side?

The skipper. I guess he is also dead.

But someone must have taken you
to the Biesbosch.

-A man from the resistance.
-Who was he?

Van Gein, or something like that.

Terrible. I feel for you.

For queen and country, I am supposed to

get close to a high-ranking man from the SD.

Sleep with him.

I cannot help you with that.

I know.

Maybe something in here can help me.

I'd like to see Hauptsturmf�hrer M�ntze.

-Really? What about?
-It's about our royal family.

Queen Wilhelmina herself.

I need to speak to Hauptsturmf�hrer M�ntze.

You've been announced. Please wait there.

Come on, move! Move!

I said move!

Miss de Vries.

What a nice surprise!

To what do I owe the honour?

I have relatives in the Dutch East Indies
who wrote us many letters.

My mother kept them all
and I removed these for you

with steam.

Amazing.

Beautiful. Very beautiful.

How do you do?

Ronnie, put it over there.
I don't want to mess up these beautiful stamps.

-You want me to pour some?
-Don't worry, I'll take care of it.

You should try some chocolate.
It's English. We got it by accident.

Please, take a bite.

What are you going to do with these stamps?

Nothing special. They were stored in a drawer.

You have almost all the Wilhelmina stamps
that I am missing.

If you see something you like, feel free to take it.

Thank you. I appreciate it.

Come in.

Close the door.

-Hauptsturmf�hrer, your car is ready.
-What, already?

Get my cap and coat.

I am sorry, but duty calls.
And I didn't have a chance to decide yet.

Then I'll leave them with you.

Thank you.

I apologise for eating too much of your chocolate.
I don't usually do that.

I must attend a small party.
There will be many more treats.

Why don't you get your records and gramophone
and come with me?

-And if I start singing?
-Even better.

Without the loyalty of the Den Haag security
forces, we would not be able to succeed.

Your fight against the terrorists is our fight.

Together with the F�hrer,
we fight for a free Europe.

-Heil Hitler!
-Heil Hitler!

And now, we need music. Franken!

The flag on high

The ranks tightly closed

SA marches

With silent, firm pace

Comrades, shot dead by Red Front and Reaction

March in spirit

Within our ranks

Comrades, shot dead by Red Front and Reaction

March in spirit within our ranks

Clear the street

For the brown battalions

Clear the street for the SA man

Miss de Vries?

Ellis?

Hello?

Is everything all right?

Yes, I think it was the champagne.

I am not used to alcohol any more.

But I feel much better now.

Maybe now would be a good time for me to sing?

Obergruppenf�hrer, ladies and gentlemen.

It is my great pleasure to introduce
Miss Ellis de Vries.

She will now perform for us.

Any requests?

Lola. The naughty Lola.

-They call me naughty Lola
-The wisest girl on earth

At home my pianola
It works for all it's worth

The boys all love my music
I can't keep them away

So my little pianola keeps working night and day

-Lola, Lola.
-Lola, Lola.

They call me naughty Lola
The wisest girl on earth

At home my pianola
It works for all it's worth

Now I tell you a secret
Don't hammer on the keys

For a little pianissimo is always bound to please

Lola, Lola.

-Bye.
-Bye.

-So...
-So what?

I'd like to see your stamp collection.

But there are lots of them.

I have all the time in the world.

I don't have a toothbrush for you.

All clean.

Not bad.

It belonged to the capitalists that we kicked out.

The spoils belong to the victors.

Exactly.

You have a beautiful voice.
Where did you perform?

Berlin, cabaret, revue.

-You should have stayed with it.
-People lost interest.

Your true hair colour is black.

But blonde is in style, isn't it?

But maybe being blonde guarantees
your survival, in case you are a Jew.

Yes, so what?

Are those Jewish?

Are these Jewish?

Blonde too.

You are a perfectionist.

Come in. Girls stick together.

Do you also have to pee like crazy
after having sex?

I had a really nice evening.

Did he hire you? You were here for a job, right?

No, but I am looking for a job.
But I am not with the NSB.

Neither am I, but I agree with them.

Holland is just a part of Germany.

We all speak some kind of German dialect.
That's what G�ring says.

-Oh, nice. Real soap.
-And nice food. What else do you want?

You just have to make sure
he doesn't get fed up with you.

I'm here, G�nther!

Are you two having fun in here?

We talked about work.
Ellis would like to start working here.

Someone with such a beautiful German voice
can start immediately,

but only

if you pass the physical examination.

Well, if that's not healthy...

No, no, no.
Exclusive access for Hauptsturmf�hrer M�ntze.

For my darling! Christina.
For daddy, Rosa, Karl.

-Where were you?
-Peeing.

-Franken came in and offered me a job.
-Great idea.

You can help us tomorrow
at the F�hrer's birthday party.

I saw that you are married.

You have pretty kids.

Was. I was married.

-Not any more.
-No, not any more.

G�ring always assured us
no English bomb would ever reach German soil.

During the first attack on Hamburg,
Christina and the kids were at the wrong shelter.

I wasn't there.

Direct hit.

To have nothing, Ellis,

that is not much.

Yes, I know.

It must be a nice sound for you.

-You didn't tell us anything.
-I don't know anything.

Someone else put the weapons in the car.

You are only a small piece of shit
on our way to ultimate victory.

In a couple of weeks,
the Russians will knock you down.

For you,

and for your comrade Stalin.

Bastard.

Such dirty language!

Wash his mouth out.

He is trying not to breath.

Up.

One more hour and you will talk.

-Are we alone here?
-Yes.

All the other girls have fled to Germany.

Come sit next to me. That will be nice.

-I need 1 5 copies of this.
-G�nther, what are those spots?

Don't worry, it's only water.

Start right away, there will be more.

If you read it out, I will type.

First, let's take these off.
They're in the way when I am typing.

-Are these real?
-Of course. G�nther gave them to me.

Pretty, don't you think?
His safe is like a magic box.

-Open sesame.
-Exactly.

There was a whole box with diamonds. All right.

Let's see.1 945, the 1 9th.

Let's start.

Ellis? Go on.

-The terrorist, Timotheus Kuipers, declared...
-You can read a bit faster.

...declared the following.

''I'm a member of a communist resistance group.

''My father is the leader of this group,
Gerben Kuipers.''

So boring. Don't you think?

No! No!

Ellis?

-What are you doing here?
-Talking to the Germans about rights.

-Rights? Here?
-Resistance members have no rights.

As a lawyer I am trying to help them.

With a guy like Franken? Don't bother.

Tim's microphone.

How did you know I was here?

I don't underestimate you.

M�ntze is a nice man, don't you think?

Can you give me a hand?
I'm decorating the hall for the F�hrer's birthday.

-Mr Smaal, you are already here. Come in, please.
-Thank you.

No, no, no. The grand piano goes over there.

Oh, this way.

Here's more.

Thank you. Goodbye.

That looks really marvellous.

And don't forget to put the F�hrer in perspective.

-I need spotlights.
-Hauptsturmf�hrer!

This is the order to execute the three terrorists.
We'll shoot them in the morning.

-Sign here, please.
-Out of the question. Nobody will be shot.

But they confessed. Were caught in the act.
Order of the F�hrer. You know that.

But I give the orders around here.
And if I say no, they won't be executed.

Dismissed!

Heil Hitler!

My God. Those Germans
are starting to fight amongst each other.

There's no telling what will happen.

Shine the light on me. Follow me.

Ellis?

-Ellis?
-I'll be right there.

What are you doing in here?

Just trying to cheer him up.

-The most beautiful is for you.
-Nice of you.

-Are you coming with me?
-Actually, I need to go home.

-So you are not going tonight?
-But of course.

I wouldn't miss it.
I just wanted to get some clothes.

Well, it's working all right.

-God, she is horny.
-She is just a bitch.

-We'll get them after the war.
-Shave them and put them in tar.

-And finally a bullet.
-Now, now, don't be so uncivilised.

That's not what we're fighting for.

Damn.

No. Don't stop. Keep going.

-Franken?
-Yes, send him in.

-Let's continue this tonight. Go now.
-Come in.

-How are you?
-I am all right.

Please sit down.
You'll get the money we owe you from last time.

-What was that?
-It sounds like he's opening his safe.

I have a new list for you. It's on your desk.

There aren't that many.
Is it really worth the effort?

Well, it's half a million.

I think that will be the last load.

-I know that voice.
-Hush.

Sounds like the man who helped us flee.

-Be quiet now.
-Damn, the generator.

I will fix it.

-Here, your share. Please count.
-No, not necessary.

When do you think the new load will be ready?

In about three days.

It is him. It's Van Gein.

All those rich Jews are from the same area.

-Who is giving you the information?
-That's none of your business.

If I really wanted to, I could find out easily.

You could lose your head.

Or it could save my life after the war.

After the war I won't be around.
Come on, let's have a drink.

To the next load full of stupid Jews.

Those Germans we ran into,
it wasn't a coincidence.

It was a trap.

-They work according to a list.
-What kind of list?

Of rich Jews. They promise
to take them to Belgium, but they kill them.

-How do you know?
-Because I was caught in the same trap!

Because I saw how my whole family
was murdered!

My God, Ellis.

-That's terrible.
-Then who is Van Gein?

He pretends to be part of the resistance.

He tells Jews in hiding they can flee,
that they should take money...

Franken awaits them, murders them
and steals their money.

This means there must be a list
of potential victims.

We can't let that happen.

We can't help those people. We don't know
who they are or where they are.

I say we kill Franken.

-Exactly. Stop that bastard.
-Absolutely not.

If we shoot him, 30 hostages will be shot too.

If we don't shoot him, 30 Jews will die.

Why is the life of a Jew more valuable than that
of any good Dutch person? Who decides, you?

Franken will not be assassinated.

-Van Gein. If we get him...
-No way.

Mr Smaal, tell them.

On behalf of Gerben, I want to negotiate a truce.

No attacks from us, no retaliation by M�ntze.
It seems to work.

That explains it. The conflict
between Franken and M�ntze this afternoon.

Well, Gerben, congratulations. You saved Tim.

-And many others. What's wrong with it?
-Nothing. Those good Dutch people.

Enough, Ellis. Gerben is our leader.
If he says no, that's it.

-Good afternoon.
-Ellis,

this is just the way things are.

You did well with that microphone.

Ellis.

I agree with you.
We can't let the Jews be murdered.

Gerben is also right. We can't kill Van Gein.

-So what if he just disappears?
-Franken will know immediately.

-He will shoot us.
-Or he'll think Van Gein has deserted.

Yes, right. Just when he's got a new list.

Van Gein's intentions are clear.
He's building a safeguard for after the war.

If he disappears, Franken will think he took off.

Kuipers and Smaal are forgetting one thing,

that someone has been trapping rich Jews
for quite some time. He has to tell us.

If need be, I'll force it out of him.

Come on, I'll get the guys.

I can't. I'm supposed to meet M�ntze.

Only you know what Van Gein looks like.
We're nothing without you.

-That's him.
-Let's go.

Your scarf.

No more bullets.

Theo.

-Shoot him.
-I can't.

-Shoot.
-I can't do it.

God damn it! You bitch!

You're cursing.

Blasphemer. You're cursing.

That's enough, Theo. Stop it. Come on.

Careful.

Terrible, Kees. You've been lucky.
But I have to remove that bullet.

Ellis, will you get the chloroform from my coat?

Breathe deeply.

All right. Very good.

Stop it. Cut it out.

That stuff doesn't work, dickhead!

Expiry date was in 1 941 . Jesus.

-That's why Van Gein didn't lose consciousness.
-Everything is wasted nowadays.

The choice is yours. A blow with a sterile hammer

and grind your teeth, or...

Fine. Dickhead.

-Morning.
-Morning.

Think of something pleasant. There we go.

Thanks, dickhead.

To a happy ending.

Van Gein was worth thousands.

Thousands? Millions.

Come on, Theo.

I killed a person. I am bad!

It was justice, Theo.

-He was a killer, not you.
-I am.

I am just as bad as the Nazis.

I committed a murder. I am bad!

I said no.

Damn it, I said don't do it!

The bastard had to be killed.
What does it matter?

Theo will be executed,

just like 40 others.

Forty hostages.

All because you had to be a resistance hero
and wanted to kill that scumbag.

Forty? Jesus. How do you know?

I heard it, you idiots.
Through the microphone you placed with Franken.

His best guy has been killed. He wants revenge.

-What about the negotiations with M�ntze?
-He can't do anything after such an attack.

Theo can't be saved.

Those Jews of yours are saved.

No.

I am responsible, nobody else.

I'm going to give myself up to the Germans.

Only I will be executed.

-I will be beside you. I am more to blame.
-I will go too.

All of us will go.

It's ridiculous.

You are foolish.

Before you know it, everyone will surrender,
thanks to Mr van Bols.

Giving yourself up is not a solution.

-Then what is?
-Liberating people.

You won't get out of those basements alive.

Here's a map of the SD office

from when it was still a bank.

From a friend who works for the land register.

Here I am.

-I almost thought you wouldn't come back.
-Yeah, silly me.

I was home and forgot to check the clock.

All of a sudden it was curfew
and I had to sneak back here.

Well, hello.

How stupid do you think I am?

Out of the blue I meet this beautiful woman.

A few days later she appears at headquarters

and happens to have
all the stamps I am looking for.

Then by accident I find out that she is a Jew.

And on her first work day here,
Franken's best informant is shot.

Too many coincidences, don't you think?

You have a choice.

Either you don't talk and I'll hand you over
to Franken in the morning,

or you start talking right now.

If you put down the gun

and give me a kiss...

Okay, I kissed you.

Start talking.

Hang up your coats and get to work, ladies.

Find the phone numbers of all the prisons,
call them,

and ask how many hostages
and terrorists we have in custody.

If you find 40, you can stop calling.

Have them brought here today. The execution
will be tomorrow morning at 6:00 a.m. sharp.

Ladies, forget about calling.

Obersturmf�hrer, open your safe.

Of course.

-Which file do you need, Obergruppenf�hrer?
-None.

You are suspected of shooting rich Jews.
Usually that would be no problem,

but allegedly you rob the bodies
and keep all the valuables for yourself.

To keep Jewish possessions that belong to
the Reich is punished by court-martial and death.

Open the safe.

Yes, sir, Obergruppenf�hrer.

Empty it. Hurry.

And up there?

What are you waiting for? Open it.

You see, gentlemen.

From 1 939, the year we began our campaign,
kept in order to celebrate our ultimate victory.

Apparently your informant was wrong,
Hauptsturmf�hrer.

-Until now, this informant has been reliable.
-But not this time.

I apologise, Franken.

Hauptsturmf�hrer, you'll hear from me.

Obergruppenf�hrer.

M�ntze is negotiating with the terrorists.

He promised them not to retaliate.

Not even for the murder of Van Gein.

You are negotiating with terrorists?

The Den Haag resistance is willing
to stop all attacks

and hand over all their weapons,

if we do not retaliate.

That completely contradicts
the execution order of the F�hrer

of September 4, regarding
the state of emergency, which is still in effect.

Why do we need more bloodshed,
Obergruppenf�hrer?

The Russians are in Berlin.
This bottle will never be opened. The war is over.

That is called defeatism, Hauptsturmf�hrer.

And negotiating with the enemy is high treason.

Police, arrest this man.

You'll be sentenced to death, Mr M�ntze.

And I personally will lead the firing squad.

There. It's done.

Hans, these are the papers to get in.

What about the keys?

They're copies.

This fellow built the cells there.

I gave him a choice. Take a bullet now,
or be awarded after the war.

He was pleased to give them.

Gerben? What are you up to?

-I won't let you do my dirty work.
-I decide who goes. You will stay here.

-I can't just do nothing.
-You have to take those people to a safe place.

We all have our own task. Give me the keys.

Gerben.

Tim will be back.

I promise.

-Why are you not at your post?
-M�ntze is locked up.

-I heard.
-The Jerries will do each other in.

-Get M�ntze out as well.
-Over my dead body.

Yeah? Get him out, or I will not cooperate.

We have no choice.

-Does that prick mean that much to you?
-Yes.

So what?

All right. Take him as well.

-Hi.
-Hi.

Nice. A party.

Don't you care that M�ntze will be killed?

As long as he's alive, there's hope.

What kind of hope?

For the Tommies to arrive.

Ellis,

we're finished. We worked for the Jerries.

Family members of all those poor people
who Franken tortured will come,

or the resistance will kill us.

-The resistance doesn't kill anybody.
-As if you know that.

As a matter of fact, I do.

Do you know such people?

Ellis?

What?

Are you spying? Jesus Christ.

I never would have thought. That's...

That's like Greta Garbo in Mata Hari.

Ladies, they are waiting for you.

Go ahead. I'll be right there.

You know, Garbo, she was killed.

Papers, please.

Hostages and terrorists from Utrecht.

Six men, to be executed tomorrow morning.

Hostages.

That's right.

You can pass.

Open up.

-What are you doing?
-Turn off the light.

Did you see? He only looked at my breasts and...

The weapons.

Come on.

Kees.

Ellis.

Go on.

-We're taking M�ntze.
-We promised Ellis.

Siem.

Come on.

It's me, Maarten.

Oh, Maarten.

Hey, Tim.

Hey, mate.

All together, chorus.

-Hurry up.
-Hey, David.

What's going on down there, Obersturmf�hrer?

Nothing we can't handle, Obergruppenf�hrer.

Guards!

-What happened?
-We have to get out, now.

Easy.

Now.

Ronnie, you help K�utner.

Ellis, come with me. I need you to write a report.

-Well?
-A trap.

We failed.

What about Tim?

Please sit down.

Ellis,

that was excellent work.

I am more than happy with you.

But that goes without saying.
Whatever it takes for the F�hrer.

Yes, but the result exceeds all expectations.

This can't be true.

God damn it.

You tricked them beautifully.

Everybody believed you.

The coaling hatch.

They ran to their doom like rats.

You deserve your reward.

That stupid bitch betrayed us.

For money. A typical Jew.

-This proves you can't trust them. None of them.
-Hush.

Hitler can now be taken down.
You can do that, sweetie.

We don't need this British toy any more.

My dear Kuipers.

Your Obersturmf�hrer Franken says goodbye.

Ellis, would you like to say something, too?

She is laughing. That bitch is laughing.

All right then, good night.

Stay alert and thank you for your cooperation.

Don't meddle with things
that are way over your head, sweetie pie.

Tomorrow you will be executed.
Together with your M�ntze.

No matter what it takes, we will get her.

-How could she, as a Jewish woman?
-Exactly.

-Maybe the Jerries put her under pressure.
-So?

-It's a tough choice, betrayal or a bullet.
-That's no excuse.

We'll kill her, whatever it takes.

Wherever we can.

Whenever we can.

Come on, move.

-Empty. Empty.
-Empty.

Come here.

Oh no, my dress. Tissue.
Quickly, hand me a tissue.

Quickly, a tissue.

Here.

That tickles.

Cleaning, cleaning, cleaning.

Give me the gun.

They won't get us alive.

Never.

You can pass. Come on.

-Everything under control, Siegfried?
-Yes.

You can pass.

-If there is something... How friendly.
-Move. Don't dawdle.

Come on.

You work really hard. Amazing.

There, lazybones. Dry.

Nice, isn't it?

I wish it could be like that forever.

But it is possible, if we stay together.

Forever?

But not here in Holland.

They think I am a traitor.
They'll be looking all over for me.

We need to straighten this out.

We know the truth about this treachery.

You are an optimist.

You think they'd let you finish, an SD officer?

But we don't have a choice.

It is over, my love. The war is over.

But for us it is only beginning.

I'd never thought
I would be afraid to be liberated.

Obersturmf�hrer Franken.

Obersturmf�hrer.

Cast off!

-Did you determine the course?
-Yes.

-In six hours we'll be in Hamburg.
-Very good.

-Find out what's going on down there.
-Okay.

Joseph, what's going on?

Joseph?

Joseph?

Did you really think we'd let you escape?

-What are you doing here?
-Looking for you.

And your loot.

Ellis!

Ellis!

Ellis!

Over here, in the jeep.

Wait here!

-Ronnie.
-Hey, Ellis, join us.

How did you get here?

I just stood in the front, smiled
and pushed myself forward.

-Come on, go with us.
-I can't. I have no time.

All right. See you soon.

Bye.

TRAITOR

Keep still. Filthy slut.

And on to the next slut.

Come on, Wim. The Canadians are here.

I don't believe it. You're still alive.

Weird, what with all those people out to kill us.

I thought Franken had shot you.

I am sure he told you we managed to escape.

Franken, talking to me? Me?

We have been hiding for weeks.

-We got home half an hour ago.
-Who says you don't want to escape?

What do you mean?

-We are being picked up by the Canadians.
-All right.

We'll go with you.

We'll wait in the office.

-Come on.
-Ludwig!

-What is wrong with you?
-Let's go.

Sit down.

Sit down.

-I gather you think I'm to blame for that attack.
-That's right.

-And of betraying your Jewish clients.
-How dare you?

Most of them have known my husband for years.
They were friends...

Why would it be in my interest?

You and Franken wanted to steal
what they entrusted to you.

-You told him about the microphone.
-The attack was your idea.

-You made Hans murder those people.
-Hold on a minute. I wasn't the only one.

Kuipers knew everything as well.

But nobody allows his son to be killed. Nobody.

Every human is capable of unimagined cowardice,
Mr Hauptsturmf�hrer.

May I show you something?

When we were hiding,
my wife and I took a good look at everything.

I checked my diaries.

We've come to a radically different conclusion,
haven't we, darling?

Which is?

You will have to come with me
to the Canadian police to find out.

Tell us now.

As a lawyer, I can't do that.

You have to remain unprejudiced.

That must be them.

Every suspect has the right to a fair trial.

Even the biggest bastard?

That's right.

You?

Wim?

Wim?

Stay here.

-Look. That's M�ntze!
-Get him!

M�ntze!

I've got you, bitch.

Get up. Come on.

Filthy religion.

Come on.

-Take your buckets.
-Filthy scum.

Church is upstairs.

-Keep going.
-Come on.

-Shit goes there.
-Hurry up.

Pull it up. Come on.

Listen to God. Maybe you will repent. I hope so.

Don't look to the back.

Silence.

Silence.

We're here to see the traitors.

Head up.

-Show me your face.
-Look at them.

-Such ugly faces.
-Maybe the rest is better.

-Yes, show us.
-Yes.

-Take off your clothes.
-Lads, take off your pants. I want to see your ass.

All broads get naked. I want to see tits.

-Yeah.
-This too.

That, too.

Take off your clothes.

-She even sang for the Jerries.
-So you can definitely sing for us then.

For you? Never.

Of course you will, everyone sings. Come on, sing.

Did you want to embarrass me?
Did you want to make me look like an idiot?

I will not have that, bitch.

-What a smell!
-Throw it at her!

Out of the way. The fire brigade is here.

Keep your hands off of my hose.

Roll it up, now.

Soldiers have nothing to say. I'm in charge here.

I'm Colonel Akkermans. I work for the British.

What's happening here is a bloody scandal!

You fascists will be thrown out within 24 hours.

And you up there, get the hell out. Now.

It's over, Ellis.

Come on, it's over.

-I want to get out of here.
-Come, sweetie.

It's over.

Hold on, Miss de Vries.

Your belongings.

Please check them.

From Mr Smaal?

Chocolate.

It's Dr Akkermans.

He was with the resistance. Long live the Doctor!

-Chocolate.
-Here you go.

Keep some of it. There are still shortages.

Chocolate.

I have to show you something.

-Where did you get that?
-Franken tried to escape to Germany with it.

I didn't let him get that far.

He stole all of that from murdered Jews.

I got this from my father.

For my first performance.

What a bastard Franken was.

He tried to make you look suspicious.

I will talk to Kuipers or to a higher official.

I will explain.

-They will never believe you.
-Everything will be fine.

All's well that ends well. A drink?

One more thing.
M�ntze was caught and I want to see him.

Didn't you hear?

What?

You won't believe it.

-What happened?
-Some Canadian prick has allowed

the Jerries to carry out M�ntze's death sentence.

When does it end?

It will calm you down. There.

Just lie down. Come on.

Are you all right?

That's insulin. A lot of insulin.

It makes you sleep, too. Forever.

This hero has to show himself outside.

You rest.

You will soon be reunited with all your family.

Perhaps M�ntze, too.

Hold her.

She is ill. Hold her.

Stop her!

Ellis. Ellis!

Out of the way.

Stop her.

She is dangerous.

Stop her! She's dangerous!

Let me go! Damn it! Let go of me!

You can't escape me, bitch!
Ellis! You bastards, let go!

A gold ring. Number 2 3.

-Have you already been there?
-We found him.

Gerben, I think you'd better go.

Couldn't my own people do this?

Guys, take over. It's for Gerben.

Do you know who that is?

What do you have to say about that?

This. This says it all.

From 1 942 on, Hans and his college friends
found hiding places for Jews.

Usually they were his own patients
and Maarten's clients. He was a banker.

Look. The names Smaal wrote down.
Weisman, Goud,

Van Witse.

All those people went to him
to get money to go to Belgium.

They were lured to the Biesbosch,
murdered and robbed.

Look. My parents.

-Were they Hans' patients?
-No.

My brother got acute appendicitis.

They asked Smaal for help
and he sent Dr Hans. Look, ''Dr A. at Stein's.''

Then he called Franken and turned them in.

Franken called Van Gein
and two days later they were dead.

I can't believe Hans would do this.

Did you know he was in prison last year?

No.

Three weeks later, Smaal wrote,
''Dr A. released. Lack of evidence.''

Bastard.

Kees, Maarten, the lot.

So that after the war, no one would wonder
where the Jewish client disappeared to.

Gerben.

Yes.

Look. Hans' jeep.

-The hearse that was here is gone.
-He is trying to escape the same way I did.

-Where could he go?
-Belgium, I guess.

The Captain said they will check all road blocks.

You drive.

I'll call security.

A hearse has been seen near a blockade.

Turn right here.

-Papers, please.
-What's going on? I was just checked.

Damn.

What's going on?

What the hell is going on?

Who are you?

Ellis, is that you?

God damn it, let me out of here!

Ellis, it's me.

Ellis, come on, let me out. Let's talk.

Ellis, look. This is for you. Gemstones.
There's a lot more.

Jewellery, gold.

American dollars. All for you. Take it.

Open the coffin, Ellis.

What are you doing?

-Damn it.
-What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Ellis?

Ellis? Don't do it.

Don't do it!

I have nothing to do with it!

Open the coffin! Let me out!

Don't do it!

Don't do it!

Ellis! I'm sorry!

God damn it!

Filthy slut. I will get you!

I'll get you! You will die!

We should maybe get up and open that coffin.

Yes, we should.

What about all the money?

-It's not ours.
-It belongs to no one.

To the dead.

He is quiet.

Finally.

It seemed to last forever.

-Shalom.
-Shalom.

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