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[INSECTS BUZZING]

[CAMELS GRUNTING]

BLACK BOOK

ISRAEL, OCTOBER 1956

[WOMAN SPEAKING HEBREW]

Okay, everybody-

We're gonna make a short stop here
in what is called a kibbutz.

- Please be back on the bus...
- Like it?

- Dusty.
- But peaceful.

I have some film.

I'll make a photograph, okay?

Okay.

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]

[CHILDREN SINGING IN HEBREW]

[WOMAN SPEAKING HEBREW]

[WOMAN AND CHILDREN
SINGING IN HEBREW]

[ALL SINGING]

[SINGING TRAILS OFF]

You're disrupting my class.
No pictures please.

I don't speak any Hebrew.

Don't you speak Dutch?

Aren't you Ellis de Vries,
from The Hague?

Ronnie?

Ellis!

- What are you doing here?
- I live here.

- You're Jewish?
- What brings you to Israel?

I'm with my husband.
That's him over there. George.

He suddenly got religion...

Because of the war, the doctor says.

A lot of Jesus and no sins.
Nights are nice and quiet now.

The last guy I saw you with
was a Canadian.

That's him, silly.
That's my Canadian.

George! George!

It's a friend from Holland,
from the war.

How did you end up here?

Okay, hurry up! Hurry up!

Our next stop will be Capernaum.

That's where Jesus performed
His first healing miracles.

We'll eat a light lunch on the bus...

Goodbye, sweetie.
I'll send you the pictures.

- Goodbye, Ellis.
- Rachel! Rachel Rosenthal. I'm married.

Write down Rachel Rosenthal.
The address?

Kibbutz Stein.

Shalom.
That's how you say it, isn't it?

[DISTANT THUNDER RUMBLES]

[RAIN FALLING]

[WOMAN HUMMING]

"Then spake Jesus...

'Light of life.'"

[URGENT POUNDING]

[TAPS]

Jantje, Stientje.
Your turn to serve.

Good morning, Mrs. Tjepkema.

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

- Good morning, Rachel.
- We mustn't call her Rachel, remember?

The weather's clearing. I want
the barn mucked out before nightfall.

Take your seats.

Will you read from the Gospels, Father?

I'm sure our guest
has learned a new verse.

Good. Now close your eyes.

Then spake Jesus again, saying,

"I am the light of the world.

"He that followeth me
shall not walk in darkness,

but shall have the light of life."

- Amen.
- Amen.

Nicely said and no mistakes.

She may have her cereal too, Stientje.

If the Jews had listened to Jesus,
they wouldn't be in such a mess now.

Go ahead and eat.

Here.

[WOMAN SINGING
"A HUNDRED YEARS FROM TODA Y"]

[SINGING CONTINUES]

Hey, you there...

English music is forbidden.

But not for sexy girls.

That's not funny.

You scared me to death.
I thought you were a Kraut.

- How can I make it up to you?
- You can take me sailing.

- And I sure could use a cigarette.
- Jawohl!

[DISTANT GUNFIRE]

- What's that idiot doing?
- Dumping his bombs so he can climb.

Get down!

- What are you doing?
- That's my hiding place.

Wait!

Germans!

[BELLS DINGING]

You can't go back there.
Come with me.

[MEN SHOUTING IN GERMAN]

Enjoy your meal, son.

WOMAN:
♪ So laugh and sing ♪

♪ Make love the thing a'

♪ Be happy... a'

Turn it down.

♪ ...while you may a'

♪ There's always one a'

♪ Beneath the sun r

♪ Who's bound to make you feel a'

♪ That way a'

I'll be damned.
The voice on the record--that's you.

That was me... years ago.

Before the war.

One day you're singing,
the next day you're silenced.

- Here, Dad caught it for us.
- That's nice of him.

Would you light the stove for me?

[AIRPLANE PASSES OVERHEAD]

[SINGING ON RECORD CONTINUES]

This is nice.

- Then keep it.
- You mean that?

A reminder of the woman
whose life you saved.

That's sweet of you.

Thanks.

- Actually, it's a blessing in disguise.
- What is?

I won't have to rattle off
a silly Bible verse to get some grub.

[CAR APPROACHES]

A car.

Running on gasoline.

[CAR ENGINE IDLES STEADILY]

Miss Stein?

Rachel Stein?

Miss Stein, I know you're here.

The Germans found
an ID with your name

in the farmhouse that burned down.

Mr. Maalderink?

They know you were in the area.

They wrote down
the number of your sail.

Says who?

Even the Krauts
can put two and two together.

A Jewish woman in hiding disappears
and the only boat on the lake was yours.

- So why are you here?
- I've come to warn you.

The Germans will be here soon.

They'll send Miss Stein to Poland
and arrest you and your family...

for harboring Jews.

How did you hear about this?

The police in The Hague
passed the German report on to us.

Who's "us"?

"Us" is just "us."

You're lucky there are a lot
of good cops in Holland.

I just came to tell you this--

go into hiding. Now.

Good night.

- Wasn't I clear enough?
- You have to help us find a hiding place.

"Us" is the Resistance.
You're one of them.

So you can help, right?

- Maybe, but it's dangerous.
- We're willing to take the risk.

You can't leave us in the lurch.

Please?

There's a route through the marshes
into liberated territory.

Smuggle us across the lines? Now?
That's insane.

The Tommies
are going to liberate us any day.

Your Tommies sure took
a beating in Arnhem.

Either come along
or deal with it yourself.

Wait.

We'll come.

Be ready to leave tomorrow.
I'll pick you up at 2:00.

Pack lightly, but bring enough money
to last you a while.

[TROOPS WHISTLE AND SHOUT]

This is it.

I'll wait on the corner.

W. B. SMAAL
ATTORNEY-AT-LAW

[DOORBELL RINGS;
DOOR LOCK BUZZES]

YES?

Rachel Stein to see Mr. Smaal.

Come on up. I'll see if he's available.

[MAN SINGING
IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE ON RADIO]

[MAN AND WOMAN CONVERSE IN DUTCH]

My husband can see you now.

- Smaal.
- Rachel Stein.

My father told me to see you
if I was in a jam.

Any young woman
can call herself Rachel Stein.

My parents and my brother.

What can I do for you?

My hiding place got bombed.

I don't have an ID or anything.

I have a chance to cross
into liberated territory.

- So I'll need some money.
- How much?

Enough to live on for a year.

A hundred thousand?

No, that's impossible.

Half, then?

In dollars and jewels, please.

It can't take up too much space.

You'll have to sign for them.

Later, I'll need to show your father

that the accounts are in order.

Do you know
where my parents are hiding?

I don't know
and I don't want to know.

Where do I sign?

Hold on.

- Don't you want to count it first?
- No, I trust you.

Rachel...

you shouldn't be so trusting.

Not in times like these.

Routine check!
ID papers!

Van Gein, Gestapo.
With a shipment of captured Jews.

[MAN COUGHING]

Ten of them.

Right. Go ahead.

- And have a good trip.
- Heil Hitler.

Come on out.

Time to go.

MAN: Rachel! Rachel!

Max!

It's my brother.

We're here, too.

My child.

Quiet. Come.

How did you get here?

That man came and told us
you were going to make the crossing.

So we wanted to come, too.

This is Rob.
He's been helping me.

Hello.

Don't push. Be careful.

Move to the front and sit down.

- You're holding everyone up.
- He had an operation.

Four days ago.
The scar hasn't healed.

Sorry. I didn't know.

- Would you unhook the gangplank?
- Aren't you coming?

The captain will take it from here.

Have a safe trip.

Take it off, lady.
It'll shine in the dark.

- But I sleep with it on!
- Then turn up your collar.

The Krauts see everything.

Let's go!

Look, gingerbread.
I saved it for a special occasion.

What did you have?

Acute appendicitis.
He nearly couldn't come.

Our trusty lawyer found a doctor
to operate on him in secret.

- On the kitchen table. Just in time.
- Mr. Smaal knew where you were?

Of course.
He helped us find our hiding place.

He swore up and down he didn't know.

That's odd.

No, he was playing it safe.

- So where were you hiding?
- In the attic of some grocer.

A Socialist, but a good man.

But Brussels is better.

- We'll never split up again, will we?
- No.

- Why are we sailing east?
- How would you know?

I was a helmsman
in the Merchant Marine before the war.

I sailed with the Holland-America line.
We're zigzagging.

[SCREAMING AND SHOUTING]

[GUNFIRE]

Rob! Rob!

Rob!

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

[SCREAMING AND SHOUTING]

Aah!

Excellent.

Get out!

Show me what's inside.

Open it!

- But Corporal, she died...
- ...of a terrible disease.

' typhus.
"Open it!

Close it!

[BICYCLE BELL DINGS]

[HORN HONKS TWICE]

[UP-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO]

[UP-TEMPO MUSIC CONTINUES]

- I could hardly breathe.
- First time we've had complaints.

A good half inch.
Any bigger and you'd see it.

I meant the rain.
I could barely keep my face still.

[SPEAKING DUTCH]

You can clean yourself up over there.

Here, you can use this.

How can I ever thank you?

- You could slip these off.
- Cut it out, Joop.

You can write the man who found you
and thank him for alerting us

instead of the Germans.

It's got to be dyed.

Hi, Dad.

Kuipers.

Ellis de Vries.

You'll get used to the name.
ls your ID all right?

It's A-OK, Dad.
Better than the real thing.

Have you ever done any cooking?

In the old days. Kosher.

Not much demand for that these days.

- Sorry.
- You can stay here...

...but you'll have to work.

The more work, the better.

Her family was gunned down by the SS.

One day we'll get those bastards, Ellis.

FIVE MONTHS LATER

Ellis, come here.

One woman has dropped out.

- Do you want to take her place?
- Work is work.

Even when it's dangerous?

What have I got to lose?

Your life.

[KNOCKS ON DOOR]

- Is she traveling with me tomorrow?
- Yes. Our new courier, Ellis.

I'm Hans. Have a seat.

As usual, the Kuipers group
will handle the technical stuff.

My Fight Squad provides cover.

- When is it due?
- 7:30.

- Wind?
- North-northwest.

- You do south-southeast, Joop.
- Red.

- At 500 feet, Kees.
- But no further. I'm no Jesse Owens.

- Blue, Kees.
- I'll signal.

Questions?

- Then bring on the booze.
- What's my role in this boys' club?

To be my fiancée tomorrow.
A few hugs and kisses.

The Krauts leave couples alone.

A few kisses? Is that all?

Guys.

- To the Queen.
- Cheers.

To Queen Wilhelmina, Tim,
you old commie.

[SPEAKING DUTCH]

[AIRPLANE ENGINES HUM]

One minute to go. We're on.

Okay.

Here, take this.

Chocolate!
I haven't had any for years.

Ellis, you'll be carrying this tomorrow.

Careful, it's radio equipment.

Music? Are we going to dance?

It's a transmitter. We're going
to bug Gestapo headquarters.

Isn't that guarded?

I have easy access. I'm a telephone
repairman. They often need me.

I've already installed the wiring.
I was just waiting for this.

- Is my stuff in there, too?
- Here.

Damn it. I can't be seen with that.
In English, for God's sake.

We've got suitcases in the office.

Start loading the truck, guys.

SOLDIER: Hands up!
Don't move! Hands up!

[GUNFIRE]

[SILENCE]

[SHELL CASINGS CLATTER]

We've taken five lives.
What have we done?

It was them or us.

Get the weapons on the truck.
I'll check outside.

- Hans is one cool customer.
- And an excellent marksman.

- What if he'd missed?
- He never does.

He was the best marksman in Pro Patria.

What's that?

- Some dumb student rifle club.
- The best student rifle club.

Hans, Maarten, and I were in it.

We've been helping the Jews
since the war began.

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

Not a Kraut in sight. Those assholes
were operating on their own.

Strip off the uniforms.
We can put them to good use.

We have to give them
a Christian burial.

Dump them in a pit.
Just the job for you, Theo.

It's my gun.
What did you think?

What did you think I thought?

MAN: Security check!
Have your IDs ready!

We're in love, aren't we?

Mmmmm.

Well then, here goes.

Open your bags, everyone!

I'll shoot. You pull the emergency brake,
then make a run for it.

Keep your filthy hands off me,
you pervert!

Good afternoon.

- Can I help you?
- Thank you.

Heavy, aren't they?

Pretty women shouldn't
carry heavy suitcases.

My phonograph
and records are in there.

- Thank you.
- Are you so fond of music?

It's my job.

I used to be a singer before the war.

- Ellis de Vries.
- Ludwig Miintze.

MAN: Security check.
Open your bags.

Exciting?

Very exciting.

At least to me.

Stamps.

I was crazy about them as a kid.
All those faraway countries.

I started collecting them
when I was six.

Maybe that's why I studied geography.

- Security check.
- Can't you see I'm busy?

Move on.

Yes, Hauptsturmfiihrer.

May I have a look?

I promise to be careful.

Polski...

France...

I collect the stamps of the countries
I'm stationed in.

First Poland, then France,

and now here.

It stops in the middle of our queen.

The Wilhelmina stamps
from the Dutch East Indies.

I'm not sure I'll ever get
my hands on those.

No, those belong to me.
They're mine.

MUNTZE: You want a ride
so you don't have to lug those bags?

That won't be necessary.
Someone is picking me up.

But thanks for the offer.

[SPEAKING GERMAN]

- Maybe we can see each other again?
- That'd be nice.

Goodbye.

[WOMAN SPEAKING OVER P.A. SYSTEM]

Your feminine charms worked wonders.

Yes. Men!

His name is Miintze.
Seems like a nice guy.

He's head of the Gestapo.

Thanks to him,
a lot of Resistance people are dead.

And such a man collects stamps.

When they line him up against the wall
after the war, I'll gladly shout "fire!"

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

Look, he found something!

[CHILDREN SHOUTING]

[SHOUTING]

[CHILDREN CHEERING]

Mr. Kuipers, it's our truck.

[MEN SPEAKING DUTCH]

Open it.

It's blocked.

Jesus.

They found the guns. Get out!

Run!

Go back!

[SHOUTING IN DUTCH]

Ohh!

Aah!

Aah! Ohh!

Aah!

[SHOUTING IN DUTCH]

Goddamn it!

Gerben...

- They'll arrest you.
- I don't care. It's my son.

You know too much.
They'll beat it out of you.

Mr. Kuipers,
there's nothing we can do.

Take everything to Silentium
for safekeeping.

Ellis, you take the suitcases
from the parachute drop.

Tell everyone our cover's been blown.

Thanks to that bastard Miintze,
they've got Tim.

[HANS DIALS TELEPHONE]

Wait a minute.

HANS: The soup kitchen
has been shut down. Pass it on.

You met Miintze in the train,
didn't you?

And he seemed to like you.

He was drooling all over her.

Don't exaggerate.

He showed me his stamp collection.

He collects Queen Wilhelminas.

HANS: The soup kitchen
has been shut down.

- How far are you prepared to go?
- How far?

- You mean would I screw him?
- That's rather crude.

I like things to be clear.

Is that what you mean?

How far are you prepared to go
to save Tim and the others?

As far as Miintze wants to go. Okay?

Wasting a good suit on a stiff.

That's taking it with you.

- Where'd she put my suitcase?
- In the office.

[MAN SINGING IN ENGLISH ON RADIO]

You think of everything.
All for that Nazi bastard.

It's none of your business.

It kind of has been since the train.

You wish.

I'm here to pick up my suitcase.

There.

Damn it. It's soaking wet.

- Something broken?
- It better not be. It's insulin.

There's a shortage.

If diabetics don't get their shots,
they die.

You're telling me.

Are you a diabetic?
I had no idea.

No, I'm in perfect health.

Stop peeking!

I used to work in a cabaret
with a diabetic comedian.

If he overdosed on insulin,
he'd stuff himself with chocolate.

It beats dying.

Fucking Brits.
At least half of them are broken.

The hospital won't be too pleased.

Are you a doctor?

Don't ask.
You can't blab what you don't know.

[ELLIS HISSING AND PANTING]

Doctor, it stings!

It stings! It stings!

[CHUCKLES]

Shall the doctor take a look?

At least I get you first.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

YES?

Wim, it's that girl again.

She looks like Jean Harlow now.

Rachel? You're back?

We never got farther than the marshes.

Your parents and Max...
weren't they crossing, too?

All of a sudden there was
a German patrol boat.

It was pure bad luck.

Strange.

They're all dead
and I can't seem to cry.

Who was supposed
to take you across?

The captain.

Also killed, I think.

But someone must have brought
you to the river.

- A man from the Resistance.
- What was his name?

Van Gein, or something like that.

A terrible tragedy.

Please accept my condolences.

For queen and country I'm supposed

to cozy up to a German officer.

To sleep with him.

I can't help you with that.

No...

but there's something in here that can.

I've come to see
Hauptsturmfiihrer Miintze.

You don't say. What for?

It's about the royal family,
Queen Wilhelmina herself.

Hauptsturmfiihrer Miintze.

[TYPEWRITERS CLACKING]

You've been announced.
Please wait there.

[DOOR OPENS; MAN GROANS]

[OFFICER SPEAKING GERMAN]

Miss de Vries.

What a surprise.

To what do I owe the honor?

My relatives in the Dutch East Indies
used to write to us a lot.

My mother kept the letters,
so I took all these off for you.

With steam.

Unbelievable.

Beautiful. Very beautiful.

Good afternoon.

Over there, Ronnie.
We mustn't damage the stamps.

- Shall I pour?
- No, I'll do it.

Try the chocolate. British.

A shipment just dropped into our laps.

Go ahead, eat it.

What will you do with the stamps?

Nothing, really.
They were tucked away in a drawer.

It's all the Wilhelmina stamps
I don't have.

If you see anything you like,
you can take it.

Thank you.

I appreciate that.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

YES?

Shut the door.

I've brought the car around.

What, already?

Get my coat and cap.

A pity. Duty calls.

- And I haven't made a choice yet.
- I'll leave them all here.

Thank you.

I think I've eaten too much chocolate.

I haven't had any for ages.

I have to go to a party.
There's a lot of good food there.

Why not get your phonograph
and records and come along?

- Or I could sing.
- Even better.

Without the help of the Dutch Gestapo,

our success would be impossible.

Your fight against the terrorists
is our fight.

Together with our Fiihrer
we fight for a free Europe.

- [SNAPS HEELS TOGETHER]
- Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler!

And now for some music. Franken.

[PLAYING UP-TEMPO MUSIC]

[ALL SINGING IN GERMAN]

[SINGING IN GERMAN CONTINUES]

- [SOFT KNOCK AT DOOR]
- MUNTZE: Miss de Vries?

Ellis?

Hello?

- Are you all right?
- Yes.

I shouldn't have had the champagne.

I'm not used to alcohol.

But I'm okay now.

Shall I sing now?

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Obergruppenfiihrer,
ladies and gentlemen...

lam honored to introduce
Ellis de Vries.

She will sing for us.

[PLAYS UP-TEMPO MELODY]

A")! requests?

Lola! "Naughty Lola."

[PLAYING "NAUGHTY LOLA"]

[MUSIC TRAILS OFF]

[WOMAN COUGHS]

[PLAYING "NAUGHTY LOLA"]

- They call me naughty Lola
- The season's hottest star

I've got a pianola
at home in my boudoir

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

But my little pianola
is for me alone to play

- [LAUGHTER]
- ELLIS: Lola! Lola!

MEN: Lola!

They call me naughty Lola,
the season's hottest star

I've got a pianola
at home in my boudoir

But tickling my ivories
is definitely taboo

And any man who tries it
will get kicked in the kazoo

[LAUGHTER]

[CROWD EXCLAIMS]

[RONNIE LAUGHING]

Bye.

ELLIS: Bye.

Well?

Well what?

I'd love to see your stamp collection.

But it's enormous.

I'm not in any rush.

I have no toothbrush for you.

Brushed!

Not bad.

It's from the capitalists
we threw out.

Winner takes all.

Exactly.

You sing well.
Where have you performed?

In Berlin. A bit of a cabaret.

You shouldn't have stopped.

There was no longer a demand.

You have black hair.

Blonde is all the rage these days.

Maybe blonde hair helps you survive,
if you happen to be Jewish.

Yes.

So what?

Are these Jewish?

Are these Jewish?

Also blonde.

You're a perfectionist.

[LIQUID FLOWING]

ELLIS: Oh!

Come on in.

It's just us girls.

Do you also have to pee
after you've made love?

You were great tonight.

Did Muntze hire you?
You came for a job, didn't you?

No, but I would like one,
though I'm not a Nazi or anything.

Neither am I.

Still, they do have a point.

Holland is like a piece of Germany.

We speak a kind of German dialect.
Géring said so himself.

Real soap.

Plus good food and drink.

- What more could you want?
- FRANKEN: Ronnie!

[SOFTLY]
Just keep your big-time Kraut satisfied.

[LOUDLY]
I'm here, Giinther.

Ronnie!

[FRANKEN LAUGHING]

Oh!
[LAUGHING]

What's going on?
Some lesbian hanky-panky?

We were talking about a job.

Ellis wants to work for us.

Anyone who can sing
so nicely in German is hired.

Provided...

you pass the physical.

Now that's what I call healthy.

Ahh.

[CHUCKLES]

No, no. Reserved for
Hauptsturmfiihrer Miintze.

[LAUGHTER]

[DISTANT AIRPLANE ENGINES HUMMING]

[GLASS AND METAL ITEMS VIBRATING]

Where were you?

Having a pee.

Franken came in and offered me a job.

That's a good idea.

You can help with the party
for the Fiihrer's birthday.

You're married, I see.

With two lovely children.

Was.

I was married.

Not anymore?

No, not anymore.

G6ring swore that no British bomb
would ever fall on German soil.

During the raids on Hamburg, Christina
and the children were in a bomb shelter.

I wasn't there.

It took a direct hit.

It's hard, Ellis,

not having anyone.

Yes...

I know.

[DISTANT AIRPLANE ENGINES HUMMING]

[GLASS AND METAL ITEMS VIBRATE]

That must be music to your ears.

Shh.

[TIM GROANS]

You've told us nothing.

I know nothing.

Someone else hid the weapons
in the truck.

You are a pile of shit
on the road to German victory.

Soon the Russians
will drive you into the sea.

You and your henchmen.

One for you...

and one for Comrade Stalin.

Bastard.

Such foul language.

Rinse his mouth.

[FRANKEN WHISTLES]

He's holding his breath.

[GURGLING]

Up!

[GASPING AND COUGHING]

You'll be talking in an hour.

ELLIS:
Are we the only ones here?

RONNIE:
All the other girls have fled to Germany.

Why don't you sit next to me.

That'll be fun.

Type these up and stencil off 15 copies.

What are these stains?

Don't worry, it's just water.

Get started.
There's lots more to come.

[CHUCKLING]
Read it out loud. I'll type.

[SIGHS]

Let me take these off.
I can't type with them on.

- Are they real?
- What do you think?

A present from Giinther.
Aren't they beautiful?

His safe is like Aladdin's cave.

- Just say "Open Sesame."
- Right.

There's a chest full of diamonds inside.

RONNIE: Let's see...

1945...

the 19th...

Okay, here we go.

Ellis?

Come on.

"The terrorist Timotheus Kuipers..."

You can speed it up a bit.

"...made the following statement:

'I am a member of a Communist cell
led by my father, Gerben Kuipers."'

[SIGHS WEARILY]

Boring, isn't it?

Hey! Hey!

[SHOUTING]

[SHOUTING CONTINUES]

SMAAL: Ellis?

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

Justice? Here?

Resistance fighters have no rights,
but as a lawyer I try to help them.

With a man like Franken?
A waste of time.

Tim's microphone.

How did you know I was here?

I don't underestimate you.

Miintze is a nice man, don't you think?

Can you give me a hand? We're
decorating for the Fiihrer's birthday.

Mr. Smaal, you're already here.
Come in.

No, the piano has to go over there.

Here's a few more.

- Thank you.
- Goodbye.

It looks great.

Don't forget to light up the Fiihrer.

- Get me a spotlight.
- Hauptsturmfiihrer?

The execution order
for the three terrorists.

We'll shoot them tomorrow.
Please sign.

No one's going to be shot.

But they've confessed.

Our orders are to shoot terrorists,
as you know.

I'm in charge. If I say they
won't be executed, they won't be.

You're dismissed.

[SNAPS HEELS TOGETHER]

Heil Hitler.

Jesus, now they're turning
on each other.

This must really be the end.

Over here. Follow me.

- [OUTER DOOR OPENS]
- MUNTZE: Ellis?

Ellis?

I'll be right there.

What are you doing in here?

This ought to sweeten his temper.

The prettiest one is for you.

Very thoughtful.
Are you coming?

I was planning on going home.

- Aren't you coming over tonight?
- Of course I am.

I'll just pick up some clothes.

[DISTANT LAUGHTER]

RONNIE: Giinther, darling.

[FRANKEN GROWLING PASSIONATELY]

[LAUGHTER]

FRANKEN: Ronnie, my little tiger.

[LAUGHTER]

- GERBEN: It works like a charm.
- SMAAL: Ellis.

[SOUNDS OF PASSION CONTINUE]

RONNIE:
Giinther, give it to me, baby.

She's sure horny.

- She's a Nazi whore.
- We'll deal with her after the war.

- Shave their heads.
- Line them up against the wall.

Don't be so primitive.

That's not what we're fighting for.

- [TELEPHONE RINGS]
- Shit. The phone.

RONNIE:
Don't stop. Keep going.

I nearly came.
Watch out, you're dripping.

FRAN KEN: Franken.

Okay, send him up.

We'll finish this tonight.
Now scoot.

- Come in.
- Gas.

- Good afternoon. How are you?
- MAN: Fine.

Take a seat.

I'll get your money from last time.

[SQUEAKING SOUND]

- What was that?
- I think he's opening the safe.

FRAN KEN: The new list just came in.
It's on my desk.

MAN". There aren't that many left.
Is it worth it?

FRAN KEN:
We can rake in half a million.

MAN: I think this will be my last run.

- I know that voice.
- Shh!

What?

- The man who arranged the crossing.
- Shut up.

- The generator's going dead.
- I'll fix it.

[MAN SPEAKING GERMAN]

FRANKEN: When can you have
the new group ready?

MAN: They live pretty close together.
Three days?

It's him.

It's van Gein!

Those rich Jews of yours all move in
the same circles. Who's your informer?

None of your damn business.

It would only take me a day
to find out who he is.

It could cost you your life.

Or save my life, after the war.

I'll be long gone by then.
Let's have a drink.

FRAN KEN:
To the next bunch of stupid kikes.

That German patrol boat
wasn't just bad luck.

It was a trap.

- They're working their way down a list.
- HANS: What kind of list?

Of wealthy Jews. They promise
to take them to Belgium, then kill them.

- How do you know?
- Because I fell for it myself!

My entire family
was mowed down before my eyes!

Jesus, Ellis... that's terrible.

Who's this van Gein?

He pretends to be part of the Resistance.

He helps Jews in hiding to escape
and tells them to bring money.

Franken lies in wait, then kills them
and robs the corpses.

So now they have another list
of potential victims.

We can't let that happen.

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

- Let's knock off Franken.
- Yes, stop the bastard.

If you kill Franken,
20 or 30 hostages will be shot.

If we don't kill him,
20 or 30 Jews will die.

Is the life of a Jew worth more
than that of a good Dutchman?

Franken is not to be liquidated.

Van Gein. If we take him out--

We're not taking out anyone.

Tell them, Mr. Smaal.

I'm negotiating a truce.

No attacks by us,
no reprisals from Miintze.

- It seems to be working.
- Oh, I see.

That's why Franken and Miintze
were fighting.

Congratulations, Gerben.
At least you've saved your Tim.

Him and lots more.
Any objections?

Me? No.
As long as they're "good Dutchmen."

Gerben's the boss.
It's his call.

- Then good afternoon.
- Ellis!

Things are the way they are.

The mike you planted--
that was a first-rate job.

Ellis.

I agree. We can't let those Jews
be slaughtered.

Gerben is right.
Killing van Gein is not the answer.

What if we kidnap him?

Franken would still shoot the hostages.

No, he'd think van Gein had bolted.

Just after he promised him a new list?

Van Gein is trying to hedge his bets
for after the war.

If he disappears,
Franken will think he's skipped.

Kuipers and Smaal forget one thing.

Someone's fingering rich Jews.
Van Gein thinks he knows who.

I'll beat it out of him if I have to.

Come along.

- I'll round up my men.
- I can't.

I've got a date with Miintze.

You're the only one who knows
what van Gein looks like.

You've got to come.

[BICYCLE BELL DINGS]

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

Your scarf.

Now.

[MUFFLED SHOUTING]

Aah!

' Aah!
' Ohh!

- [GUNSHOT]
- Aah!

Aah!

[HAMMER CLICKS]

It's empty-

Theo.

Aah! Aah!

Shoot

- Shoot!
- I can't.

- Shoot!
- I can't!

Goddamn it!

Goddamn fucking bitch!

Goddamn you!

You swore.

Blasphemer!

You cursed God!

[ELLIS GASPING; GUNSHOT]

That's enough, Theo.

Come on, Theo.

[KEES SCREAMS IN PAIN]

Aah!

A flesh wound, Kees.
You're lucky.

But the bullet's got to come out.

Can you get the chloroform in my coat?

[KEES GROANING]

Take a deep breath, Kees.

[INHALING DEEPLY]

Okay.

KEEN

Stop, you prick!

That stuff isn't working, prick!

Expiration date, 1941.

It expired years ago.

That's why van Gem
wasn't knocked out.

What works after five years
under the Krauts?

You choose--
either the mallet or the gin.

The gin, prick.

Cheers.

Kees, think of something nice.
Here goes.

[KEES GROANING]

HANS: Okay.

[KEES GROANING AND GURGLING]

Got it.

- Thanks, prick.
- To a happy ending. Cheers.

Van Gein's raked in thousands
for the Krauts.

You mean millions.

Come on, Theo.

HANS:
Those damn Dutchmen.

They shot my best soldier.

This brave warrior earned us millions.

And now he's dead.
Shot by those damn terrorists.

[THEO WEEPING]

I killed a man. I'm doomed.

It was justice, Theo.
He's the murderer, not you.

No, I'm as bad as the Nazis.

I've committed murder.
I'm doomed.

I said no, didn't I?
Damn it, I said no!

That bastard deserved to die.
Who cares?

Now they'll shoot Tim, you asshole.

And forty others.

Forty hostages.

Because you had to play the hero
and shoot that worthless shit van Gein.

Jesus... forty?
Who told you that?

I overheard it, you idiots.

Through the mike in Franken's office.

His top agent was shot.
He's out for blood.

But you're negotiating with Miintze.

Miintze hasn't got any clout after this.

Tim is as good as dead.

But your Jews are safe now.

No, Ellis. I'm responsible.
No one else.

I'll turn myself in.

Then they'll execute me
instead of the others.

- I'll go with you. I killed him.
- Then I'll go, too.

Then we'll all go.

Stop it!

This is ridiculous.
You're all drunk.

One bottle of gin and the entire
Resistance is ready to die.

Turning yourself in is no solution.

- Then what is?
- Getting them out.

What makes you think you can
get out of that basement alive?

The blueprints of the Gestapo building,
from when it was still a bank.

I got it from a friend at City Hall.

I'm back.

- I thought I'd never see you again.
- Silly me.

I realized too late it was past curfew.

I had a heck of a time getting here.

What have we got here?

Do you think I'm stupid?

Suddenly, I meet this beautiful woman.

A few days later she shows up
with the stamps I've been looking for.

Then that same woman
turns out to be Jewish.

Right after she starts working for us,
Franken's top agent gets shot.

A lot of coincidence, don't you think?

You have a choice--

you play dumb,
and I'll turn you over to Franken.

Or you tell me everything.

If you'd put away your gun...

and kiss me.

Okay, I've kissed you.

Now talk.

Take off your coats, ladies,
and get to work.

A list of prisons.

Call and ask how many hostages
they've got.

Stop when you reach forty.

Have them shipped here.

The execution is tomorrow at 6:00 a.m.

Forget the calls, ladies.

Obersturmfiihrer, open your safe.

Of course.
Which files would you like to see?

None.

You're suspected of killing rich Jews.

There's nothing wrong with that.

But you've been looting the bodies
and keeping the valuables for yourself.

Failure to turn Jewish property
over to the Reich is punishable by death.

Open that safe.

As you wish, Obergruppenfiihrer.

[SNAPS HEELS TOGETHER]

Empty it.

And in there?

Open it.

Here you are, gentlemen.

From 1939, the year
our military campaign began.

I've kept it to celebrate
Germany's final victory.

Your informer
seems to have been mistaken.

- This person has always been reliable.
- GENERAL KAUTNER: Not this time.

My apologies, Franken.

Hauptsturmfiihrer,
you'll hear from me.

Obergruppenfiihrer...

Miintze is negotiating with terrorists.

He's promised them
there won't be any more reprisals.

Not even for the murder of van Gein.

You're negotiating with terrorists?

The Resistance will cease all attacks

and hand over their weapons
if we stop the reprisals.

That's in violation of the Fiihrer's order
of September 4th.

It's still in force.

Why should we shed more blood?

The Russians are already in Berlin.
We've lost the war.

That's defeatism, Hauptsturmfiihrer.

And negotiating with the enemy
is high treason.

Police. Arrest this man.

For that, you will be executed,
Mr. Miintze.

I will personally give the order to fire.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Done.

Here are the papers you need
to get inside.

And the keys?

Copies of the spares, from the man
who built the cells for the Krauts.

I gave him a choice--
a bullet now or a medal after the war.

He was happy to oblige.

- What are you up to?
- I can't let you go without me.

- You're staying here.
- I can't just do nothing.

My job is to free 40 hostages.

Yours is to take care of them.
The keys.

[SLAMS GUN DOWN]

Gerben...

I'll bring Tim back to you.

- Why aren't you at your post?
- They've arrested Miintze.

- We heard it over the mike.
- Let the Krauts kill each other.

- I want you to get Miintze out, too.
- Over my dead body.

Miintze, too, or I'm out.

We don't have a choice, do we?

Does that prick mean that much to you?

Yes. Do you mind?

All right, bring him, too.

Hi.

Hi.

Party time!

Don't you care
that Miintze is going to die?

While there's life, there's hope.

- What hope is there for us?
- The Tommies are coming.

Ellis, we're done for.

We've worked for the Krauts.

The families of Franken's victims
will want revenge,

or the Resistance will kill us.

- They won't kill anyone.
- You don't know that.

Yeah.

As a matter of fact, I do.

[DISTANT VOICES SING
"DAS DEUTSCHLANDLIED"]

You have connections?

Ellis... you mean...

Are you a spy? Holy smoke.

I'd never have guessed.

A real Mata Hari.
Greta Garbo in the flesh.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Ladies, they're waiting for you.

Go ahead.
I'll be there in a minute.

But Garbo got it in the end.

[DISTANT VOICES CHATTER HAPPILY]

Papers!

Hostages and terrorists from Utrecht.

Six men for tomorrow's execution.

Hostages!

Correct.

Go on through.

Open the gate.

[SPEAKING DUTCH]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Follow me.

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

[BAND PLAYS
"JA, DAS IS T MEINE MELODIE"]

Ellis!

[CHEERS AND LIGHT APPLAUSE]

[SINGING
"JA, DAS IST MEINE MELODIE"]

[FRANKEN WHISTLING
"JA, DAS IS T MEINE MELODIE"]

[WHISTLING]

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

- Miintze, too?
- We promised Ellis.

Siem!

Come.

It's me, Maarten.

Maarten!

Hey, Tim, old buddy.

[ELLIS SINGING ABOVE]

[SINGING "ICH TANZE MIT DIR
IN DER HIMMEL HINEIN"]

[FRANKEN SINGS ALONG]

[LIGHT APPLAUSE]

[TN]

Everyone, the refrain.

[ALL SINGING IN GERMAN]

Huff)!-

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[SHOUTING AND GUNFIRE]

[DISTANT GUNFIRE]

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

[SHOUTING AND COMMOTION]

What's going on down there,
Obersturmfiihrer?

Nothing we can't handle.

Guards!

Tim.

Run!

Aah!

Aah!

- What happened?
- Get out. Go!

Not yet.

Now!

[MEN SHOUTING]

[GUNFIRE]

Ronnie, you're assigned to Kéiutner.

Ellis, come with me.

I've got a report to write.

Well?

A trap. We failed.

[WOMAN WEEPS SOFTLY]

And Tim?

FRANKEN: Have a seat.

Ellis,

you've done an excellent job.

I'm very pleased.

ELLIS: Of course I do whatever! can
for the Fiihrer.

FRANKEN: Yes, but the result
exceeded our expectations.

- It can't be true, can it?
- Goddamn it.

You set them up splendidly
by unlocking the boiler room door.

Like mice in a trap.

FRAN KEN:
You sure earned your money.

That bitch betrayed us.

And for money, too.
What a sneaky Jewish trick.

You can never trust them.

Quiet!

FRANKEN: Darling, you can take down
Himmler's picture now.

We're done with this British gadget.

Dear Mr. Kuipers,
Obersturmfiihrer Franken

now bids you farewell.

Ellis, would you like to add anything?

[MUFFLED SOBS]

That bitch is laughing at us.

FRAN KEN: Good night.

Be brave and take care, Kuipers.
Thanks for your cooperation.

[SHARP WHISTLE; STATIC]

Stay out of things
that are over your head, honeybun.

Tomorrow we'll shoot you
and your precious Miintze.

We'll hunt that girl down

and kill her.

- How could she? She's Jewish.
- Maybe they pressured her.

Even so...

You must be strong when the choice
is to collaborate or get shot.

An explanation is not an excuse.

We'll get that girl...

no matter where...

no matter when.

[DISTANT MAN SCREAMING]

Come on, keep moving.

[LOCK CLANGS SHUT]

[DISTANT MAN SCREAMING]

[SCREAMS GROW LOUDER]

[RONNIE LAUGHING]

[ALL LAUGHING]

Empty-

MAN: Empty!

Here we go.

My beautiful dress.

Anybody got a handkerchief?
Quick.

That tickles!

[LAUGHTER CONTINUES]

That tickles.

[LAUGHTER CONTINUES]

[PANTING SOFTLY]

[STEAM HISSES]

[OBJECT CLATTERS]

Unh!

- [ELLIS GASPS]
- Shh.

Come.

Give me the gun.

Franken will never
take us alive. Never.

Go on through.

Come, quick!

- Everything under control, Siegfried?
- Yes.

Go on through.

- If there's anything I can do--
- Quit yakking. Drive!

No need to be rude.

[RADIO STATIC HUMS]

[CLASSICAL MUSIC
PLAYING ON RADIO]

You're such a busy bee.

Here, lazybones. Start drying.

Cozy, isn't it?

I wish it could always be like this.

It can, if we stay together.

Forever?

But not in Holland.

They think I betrayed them.
They'll be looking for me.

We'll set the record straight.

We know who the real traitor is,
don't we?

You optimist.

You really think
they'll listen to an SS officer?

What other choice do we have?

[BBC CALL SIGN PLAYS]

MAN: We're interrupting program
to make the following announcement.

MAN #2". The German Command
agrees to the surrender

of all German armed forces

in Holland, in northwest Germany,
and in Denmark

to the Commander in Chief,
21 st Army Group.

It's over, darling.
The war is over.

...will include all naval ships
in these areas.

But for us, it's only just begun.

I never thought
I'd dread liberation day.

Obersturmfiihrer Franken.

[BOAT ENGINE STARTS]

MAN: Obersturmfiihrer.

Cast off.

- Have you plotted the course?
- We'll be in Hamburg in six hours.

Very good.

[BOAT ENGINE SHUTS DOWN]

Go down and see what's wrong.

Joseph, what's going on?

[HEAVY THUD]

Joseph?

Did you think we'd let you get away?

- What do you want?
- You... and your loot.

["IN THE MOOD" PLAYS]

RONNIE: Ellis!

Ellis!

Ellis! Ellis!

Over here, on the jeep.

- Ronnie!
- Come join us.

How did you wind up here?

By standing in front,
smiling and shoving.

Look, this is my new boyfriend.

He has everything a girl wants--

nylons and stockings
and chocolate and whiskey,

and, oh, I love him!

- Do you want a ride?
- I can't. No time.

See you soon.

Bye.

TRAITOR

[CHURCH BELLS TOLLING]

[BOYS SINGING IN DUTCH]

NAZI WHORE

[MEN SHOUTING ANGRILY]

[DOORBELL RINGS]

[DOOR LOCK BUZZES]

WOMAN:
One moment. We are coming.

Come, Wim.
The Canadians are here.

You? You're still alive?

Strange, isn't it?
When so many want us dead.

I thought Franken had you executed.

He didn't tell you we escaped?

Franken? Tell me anything?

We've been hiding these last weeks.
We just got home.

Aren't you about to cut and run?

Whatever do you mean?

Canadian Field Security
is picking me up any moment.

Good... then we'll go with you.

We'll wait in the office.

- Move.
- Ludwig, what's come over you?

Sit down.

I said sit down.

You think I'm responsible
for that disastrous rescue attempt?

And for double-crossing
your Jewish clients.

How dare you!

My husband has known them for years.
They were friends of ours--

What's my motive?

To steal the things in your safekeeping,
together with Franken.

- You told Franken about the mike.
- The rescue attempt was your idea.

- You led Hans and his men to slaughter.
- Hold on a moment.

I wasn't the only one.
Kuipers was also in on the plan.

Nobody would have his own son killed.

Everyone has unknown depths,
Hauptsturmfiihrer.

May I show you something?

When my wife and I were in hiding,
we discussed this.

We went through my notebook.

We arrived at a very different conclusion.
Didn't we, darling?

And that is?

I can only tell you
in the presence of the Canadians.

- Tell us now.
- As a lawyer, I can't do that.

You need to be impartial.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

That must be the Canadians.

Every suspect has the right
to a fair trial.

Even the biggest bastard?

Yes.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

[DOOR LOCK BUZZES]

Hello, we are ready.

[SMAAL CRIES OUT; HEAVY THUD]

Wim? Wim?

[THUD; WOMAN SCREAMS]

[GUNSHOT]

[TN]

[GUNSHOT; REVELERS SCREAM]

- Look!
- Shit! It's Miintze! Get him!

Get him!

BETTIE]

We've got Miintze!

We've got Mflntze!
We've got Miintze!

Shit, it's Ellis de Vries.
Come on.

Ellis de Vries.

[SHOUTING]

Gotcha, you bitch.

[TYPEWRITERS CLACKING]

Captain Miintze.

Take off his handcuffs, John.

Please, sit down.

I've a report, Colonel,
which documents the collaboration

between this man Miintze
and a certain Mr. Kuipers.

Why is this man
getting involved, Colonel?

General Kéutner has very kindly offered
to help us clear up this mess.

Who's this Mr. Kuipers?

A Stalinist in heart and soul.

He and Miintze have been
in cahoots these last few months.

I was just trying to avoid
bloodshed, that's all.

He was negotiating with a Communist,
our future enemy, Colonel.

You've got nerve, Kéutner.

I've found Miintze to be a liar who will
say anything to save his own skin.

Of course.

Who wouldn't?

Anyway, we'll get to the bottom of this.

John, take him to his cell.

If you'll allow me.

John.

This is a death warrant.

Miintze has been sentenced to death
for high treason

by a military tribunal
under my command.

The decisions of your military tribunals
are of no concern to me.

Their rulings are null and void.

Excuse me,
but you've been misinformed.

British military law does recognize

the jurisdiction
of German military tribunals in the field,

even after the capitulation.

In Article 153, to be exact.

Are you suggesting
that we execute a witness?

Your own General Foulkes
has issued an order

that allows us Germans
to discipline our own men.

You can call him and ask.

If you refuse
to carry out Miintze's sentence,

I will file a protest with General Foulkes
which you will no doubt regret.

You know what generals are like.

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

M.P.!

Come on!

Get him out of here!

Achtung!

[BARKS COMMAND IN GERMAN]

Fire!

Get up!

You're going to Bible class.
Come on!

Bring your shit buckets.

Church is upstairs.

MAN: Come on.

Aah!

MAN: Move. Keep moving.

Hey, you.
Dump your shit in there.

[ACCORDION PLAYS]

Haul it up. Hurry up.

[MEN SHOUTING]

Listen to the voice of God.

This is your chance to repent.

Eyes front.

[WOMEN SINGING HYMN IN DUTCH]

[SINGING HYMN IN DUTCH]

[WOMAN SHRIEKING]

Quiet. Quiet!

[GUNSHOTS]

[MAN LAUGHING]

We're here to look at traitors.

Show us your faces.
Heads up!

- Look at those faces.
- What ugly mugs.

Maybe the rest is more interesting.

Take off your clothes.

- Men, pants off.
- Bare asses.

Broads, topless.

I wanna see tits!

[GUNSHOTS; WOMAN SHRIEKING]

This, too.

WOMAN: Don't let those animals
hump each other.

Strip.

- She used to sing for the Germans.
- Then she can surely sing for us.

- For you? Never.
- Of course you will. We'll all sing.

♪ Happy days are here again a'

Sing.

♪ The skies above are clear again a'

♪ So let's sing a song... a'

You fucking cunt.
You think you can mess with me?

I'll show you, you Nazi bitch.

[SHOUTING AND LAUGHING]

[ELLIS GROANING]

[GUNSHOT]

Move away from her.
Get out of the way.

[ONLOOKERS LAUGH]

God, that stinks.

Anyone 9011 perfume?

Move. Here comes the fire brigade.

[ONLOOKERS FALL SILENT]

Let go!

Rewind it.

Soldiers don't have any say here.
I call the shots.

Ohh!

I'm Colonel Akkermans,
from the Prince's staff.

This is a goddamn disgrace.

MAN: This is an outrage,

a disgrace to civilized society.

You're as bad as the Nazis.

Every one of you will be replaced
within 24 hours.

- Translate please, Colonel Akkermans.
- Yes, sir.

You filthy Fascists,
you'll all be fired within 24 hours.

Get the hell out of here, you scum.

And see to this poor girl.

Sir.

Ellis, it's over.

It's over.

Take me out of here.

[SPEAKING SOFTLY IN DUTCH]

One moment, Miss de Vries.

Your personal belongings.

Check it, please.

Is this Smaal's?

Hmm.

CHILDREN:
Chocolate! Chocolate!

Look, it's the doctor.

It's Dr. Akkermans.

The doctor was in the Resistance.

Long live the doctor!

Chocolate! Chocolate!

HANS: Don't give it all away.

It's not the land of plenty yet.

Chocolate! Chocolate! Chocolate!

Chocolate! Chocolate! Chocolate!

[HORN HONKS]

[REVELERS SINGING]

[SINGING]

I want to show you something.

- Where did you get all this?
- Franken tried to flee with it.

I didn't let him.

It's the loot he took
from the murdered Jews.

I got this from my father.

For my first stage performance.

That bastard Franken.
He tried to pin the blame on you.

I'll take it up with Kuipers.

Or even with the Prince.

I'll explain.

- They'll never believe you.
- It'll work out.

All's well that ends well.
Want a drink?

One more thing.

Miintze has been arrested,
and I want to see him.

Haven't you heard?

What?

- It's crazy, really.
- What happened?

Some Canadian asshole...

allowed the Krauts to carry out
the death sentence on Miintze.

Will it never end?

Ellis, Ellis, Ellis.

This will calm you down.

Good.

Come lie down.

Come, come, come, come.

Okay.

Are you okay?

[MURMURS]

[REVELERS CHANTING]

Yes, insulin.

Lots of insulin.

It'll make you sleep.

Forever.

[REVELERS CHANTING]

The "hero" must take his bow.

Lie there quietly.

In a few minutes,
you'll be reunited with your family.

And maybe even Miintze.

[REVELERS CHEER]

[CHEERING CONTINUES]

[REVELERS SINGING IN DUTCH]

[SINGING IN DUTCH]

[CHEERING]

Stop her!

She's a patient. She's sick.
Stop her!

Ellis! Ellis!

Ellis! Ellis!

Stop her!

Stop her, she's dangerous!

Let me down, damn it!

I'll get you, you whore!

Gold ring, number 23.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER IN DUTCH]

We found him.

Gerben,

it's better if you leave for a moment.

Can our people do it?
Don't let the Krauts touch him.

You there, stop.

Take over, guys.
It's for Gerben.

Mr. Kuipers, there's a girl in my jeep.
She needs to speak to you.

Ellis de Vries.

Wait, Mr. Kuipers!

Please, Mr. Kuipers, calm down.

She has some information...
names...

Please. Calm down and listen to her.

Ellis.

You know who this is?

- What have you got to say about that?
- This.

It's all in here.

Since 1942,
Hans and his college buddies

have been helping Jews go into hiding.

Mostly his patients, or clients of Maarten
and Kees, a banker and a lawyer.

So Hans knew exactly how much money
these people had,

and where they were hiding.

Look. Smaal wrote down the names--

"Weissman, Goud, van Witze."

They got their money from Smaal
so they could flee Belgium.

I've checked with the Red Cross.

Not one of those people
ever arrived.

They were lured into the marshes,
then killed and robbed.

Here are my parents.

Was Hans their doctor?

No, my brother had appendicitis.

They needed a doctor,
and Smaal sent Hans.

Look--"Dr. A. sent to Stein."

Our Good Samaritan
performed the operation.

Not bad, considering
he wasn't even a surgeon.

He then called Franken
and turned them in.

Franken sent van Gein,
and two days later they were dead.

I can't believe it. Hans!

Did you know
he'd been arrested last year?

No.

Luckily the Germans made
15 copies of everything.

Here.

This is the official German arrest sheet.

You see? Dr. H. Akkermans,

arrested February 1944,

and it's signed G. Franken.

Three weeks later Smaal wrote--

"Dr. A. released
due to lack of evidence."

He made a deal with Franken.

The bastard.

He had his own people killed.

Kees, Maarten, all of them.

So they wouldn't ask about
their Jewish clients after the war.

Have you arrested him?

Uh...no. No, he's gone.

Vanished into thin air.

- His house is empty.
- We just came from there.

The suitcases with the loot are gone.

Gerben.

Yeah.

We have to get back.

I'll telex Hans' license plate
to all the checkpoints.

Captain...

I'll stay with Gerben.

[CHILDREN SINGING]

Look. It's Hans' jeep.

The hearse is gone.

He's using the same trick to escape.

- Where can he go?
- Belgium, I suppose.

But the captain said
they're checking all the roadblocks.

You drive.

I'll call Field Security.

It's not far from here.

No, no, no, no. Thanks.

A hearse passed through
a roadblock near Hollands Diep.

Turn here.

- Security check.
- I just passed a checkpoint.

ID!

Unh! Ohh!

- HANS: Willi?
- Quick, the back.

HANS:
What's going on? Damn it.

[HANS SHOUTING]

Ellis, is that you?

Don't do it, Ellis.

Let me out!

Ellis, look. For you.

Jewelry. There's lots more.

Gems, gold... and dollars.
Take it.

It's all yours.

Open the coffin. Please.

What are you doing?

Goddamn it.

Ellis, what are you doing?

What are you doing, Ellis?

Don't do it, Ellis.
Goddamn it.

[HANS POUNDING]

I had nothing to do with it.
Open the lid.

Let me out. Goddamn it!

Don't do it.

Goddamn it!

Don't, Ellis! Don't!

Ellis!

Please let me explain,
sweetheart, darling.

[HANS POUNDING]

Goddamn it.

Filthy cunt! I'll get you, bitch!

Goddamn fucking Nazi whore!

I'll get you, bitch!
I'll kill you!

[HANS GASPING]

HANS:
Ellis! Ellis!

[HANS GASPING]

We should open the coffin.

Yes... we should.

[HANS GASPING]

What shall we do with all the money?

It doesn't belong to us.

Not to anyone.

Except the dead.

[GASPING STOPS]

He's quiet now.

Finally.

It seemed to take forever.

CHILDREN: Mommy!

Hello, my darlings.

- Where were you?
- I was here.

- What have you been thinking about?
- The past.

And up!

[CHILD LAUGHING]

[HORN HONKS]

[DISTANT GUNFIRE]

[JET AIRPLANE ENGINE ROARS]

[NF]

[CARICE VAN HOUTEN SINGS
"A HUNDRED YEARS FROM TODAY"]