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All Things Pass

Darling.

Darling.

Dorien.

This isn't possible, guys.

If only it had been a few days later.

Now we've been liberated.

Even if it's the last thing I'll do, Niels is a dead man.

We'll get that bloody fascist.

No matter how.

We can never forget this. We owe it to Arie.

I won't turn in my weapon.

Never.

Will you take the garbage bags out? -Yes, darling.

It's not easy is it, old man?

But I did keep up with you!

Fucking Kraut! What was that?

Fucking Kraut.

Idiot!

Only for buses, sir. -I'll be right back.

No access for normal cars, sir.

Don't be a nag. There's plenty of space.

Only buses.

Drop dead, asshole.

Yes, one more for my husband.

Everything will be ready when you come back.

Stop!

Take him away!

Bark! Bark!

Bark! Bark! Bark!

I won't turn in my weapon. Never.

Check if we have these people in the computer.

If not, ask who we do have. Just the addresses.

Is it urgent? -A matter of life and death.

I'll be gone all afternoon.

The money.

Here, fifty thousand.

Take it.

I already bought jenever on the black market.

From your money.

Arie.

Untie him.

Let's drink a glass.

Rich! Rich!

We're rich!

Who said war serves no purpose?

Well? Well?

We're going.

Good luck with your money.

Stop!

First pick up the money.

Pick it up!

He looks like a dog.

Then he should bark as well.

Bark!

I don't bark.

I'm counting to three.

I'll get you after the war, rotten traitor.

Bark. One... -It won't be long.

Hitler's dead. The Russians are in Berlin.

Bark. Two.

We'll get you. It's matter of days.

Bark. Three!

You're dead after the war.

Bark!

Bark!

Bark! Bark!

Can you sign this?

Those are the addresses you requested.

I added the telephone numbers.

Was it hard? -No.

Just that woman. There's a gap of a few years.

America or something.

Oh and one is in hospital. Some kind of rest cure.

Yes.

If it's the last thing I'll do, Niels is a dead man.

Hello, Ben.

Ab! Did my wife send you?

Your wife? No. I happened to be here.

You're lying.

She tells everybody behind my back that they have to look me up before...

What are you saying?

Ab!

It's been a long time. -More than 20 years.

Make yourself at home, so we can catch up.

What will you drink? -Mineral water.

Mineral water? -Yes, I'm trying to stay fit.

Sports and stuff.

You're quite comfortable here.

Yes.

I'm not an ambulant patient, but a drinking patient.

Keep it that way.

Thank you. -There's nothing wrong with me.

I came her on my own initiative.

I worked hard lately. No holiday in three years.

That's how it goes when you own a big business.

Cheers. -Cheers.

My wife and I were going to go on a cruise.

For our 25th wedding anniversary.

I was at your wedding, remember? -Yes.

But I didn't feel well.

My wife told me to see a specialist before we went on the cruise.

A ship's doctor only knows about sailors' dicks.

Yes, indeed.

I'll add something after all. -Of course.

What did they say here?

All good.

A young God with pure blood in his jenever vessels.

I can go home in an hour if I want.

It was a false alarm. They just told me.

My wife will be so happy.

That's good then.

Excellent.

I'll stay for a few more weeks for the peace and quiet.

We'll take the next boat.

If you'd been really ill, I wouldn't have told you anything.

This is why I'm here.

He's in Holland for a week.

Good morning, Mr Haverman. Morning, sir.

Here you are. Your morning portion.

The doctor says you'd better stay in bed.

Yes, I understand, nurse. Thank you.

Later, after the visitor will have left.

Don't be too long.

You have to be fit for the cure.

Busybody.

That's what I'm ripping those assholes of the insurance company off for.

450 guilders a day. -462.50.

What? -I work in insurance.

Oh, yes.

I know where he is.

And what he's doing this week.

It's Niels for sure.

I have to tell you something.

It's such an old case.

Back then, you swore we'd liquidate him.

I'm not well.

It's been so long.

I've been to the Biesbosch.

I can't come along.

To kill an old man...

Oh yes. You drink too much.

You're taking a cure here. That's a drag, ok.

But it's no excuse.

You're not too sick to shoot, are you?

It's your own old gun.

Works fine. -Does it?

You're right.

If we don't do it, who will?

They're walking around freely, everywhere.

In Spain, South America, Germany.

And here. -Exactly.

We have to settle this before we die.

I'm in. -I expected nothing less.

Can I? -I'll wait outside.

Dr. Weinberg, come see Mr Haverman.

He shot himself through the head.

Where's his visitor? -Visitor?

Sir!

Weren't you just with Mr Haverman?

Yes, he asked me to wait outside.

What was that sound?

Come with me?

You were the last one to see him.

Did you give him the suicide weapon? -Me?

To commit suicide?

I'm from the insurance. -That clears you.

Our company doesn't provide this service yet.

Excuse me.

Give me.

What was wrong with him? Was he an alcoholic?

No, acute leukaemia.

He only had a few weeks to live.

He was very scared. Scared to tell his wife and afraid of total decay.

He couldn't handle the final weeks. That's why.

Bang.

This isn't possible, guys.

If only it had been a few days later.

Now we've been liberated.

Dorien.

Did I age that much? -Ab!

I recognized you right away. You didn't change a bit.

What a surprise.

Come in.

Were you working in the garden? -Yes, shall we sit there?

I just made tea. -Alright.

You're here about Ben, of course.

What about Ben? -Ben Haverman.

This morning, the newspaper said he had died.

Out of the blue, it said.

That must have been our Ben.

Bronze Lion, ex assault group member, it has to be him.

Yes, it's Ben.

Oh God.

Out of the blue.

Was it his heart?

Are you going to the cremation? -No, I have to do something else.

You? -Well, so many people are dying.

Fantastic garden. -Yes, it's my pride and joy.

It takes a lot of time.

They're beautiful I've never seen them before.

Which ones exactly? -The pink ones.

I've got those from Israel.

The children brought them for me.

Nice holiday present. -They live there.

Have a seat.

Yes, they're three very tough rascals.

They participate in every war.

Syria, Jordan, Egypt, you name it.

They've got that from you.

They're real American Jews.

Very fanatical.

They were born when I lived in Florida with Bram.

Don't you know Bram, my husband? -No.

You helped him go into hiding.

His name was Henk Meyer then. 1m90 and skinny as a rake.

I really don't remember him.

He was always hungry but he still gave me his distribution coupons.

There were so many.

He looked me up straight after the war.

Then we got married.

He'd be kicking me at least once a week during the night.

He'd have nightmares about Krauts and camps.

When the Cold War started with Berlin and the Russians, it got really bad.

He kicked me out of the bed every night.

Without being aware of it, the darling.

So we went to America.

At least, there was an ocean in between.

Yes, I heard you left the country.

When the children were adults, they went to Israel.

We didn't.

But we did come back, so we're halfway now.

Nowhere at home, but still happy.

Very happy.

No other news, and you?

Do you ever think of Arie?

Arie...

It's easy to idealize. -Would you have been happier?

I am happy.

But Arie's no longer there.

On Remembrance Day, I sometimes think of what guys like Arie missed out on...

after the war.

You can never get to grips with that.

The asshole who killed him, is still walking around free.

If he's still alive. He'd be way over 60 now.

You're so quiet.

I've nothing else to report.

I had to be in the area for work. Insurance.

Because I read about Ben in the newspaper, I wanted to see you.

Just for sentimental reasons.

We'll have to believe you came for me.

And not to sell me an insurance policy. -No, for you.

But I have to go now or I'll be late for my appointment.

Want my arm?

Come by when Bram's home. He'd like that.

I sure will.

Well, by then.

Well done.

How did you know? -The sun didn't bother you.

You didn't blink.

I wasn't thinking of that.

Was it an accident? -No.

My retina suddenly started to come off.

It happened within 2 hours.

Irreparable.

The specialist said it was a reaction to the war. Stress and anxiety.

That those bastards are still ruining your life after all these years.

The war is like a time bomb for everyone who stuck their neck out.

How did you recognize me? You said my name right away.

Your voice.

It hasn't changed.

Like in the past, when you'd brief us before we'd go.

I'll visit again soon.

Maybe with good news.

Whatever you'll do, good luck.

The children would say "Mazzel and broche".

Ok.

Thanks.

More chicken and we're also out of orange juice.

Ab, come on. -Orange juice.

I like to have a full fridge. In case something happens.

What happens? -Anything.

War. -You and your war.

There. -Thank you.

Juice.

And juice.

I called you at the office earlier. -I wasn't there.

And you weren't there yesterday or the day before yesterday.

That's true.

I was away for work. -But they didn't know where you were.

Jealous?

There's no other woman.

At my age.

At your age. You keep fit enough.

You're sweet.

I know you're not cheating on me.

I'd notice it in seconds.

You would? How?

Everything.

I know you through and through.

Ab.

What are you doing?

What are you up to?

Talk to me.

If you don't know, you can't tell.

Can't tell? Can't spill the beans, you mean.

We can never forget this. We owe it to Arie.

Ab!

Hello! -Wait a moment.

We've not seen each other for so long.

Come in. I have to finish something for a party.

Before the children come out of the cinema.

You're a better grandpa than me. -Yes, but they're not my grandchildren.

They're my children. -Oh.

Late happiness.

I have to continue working or I'll be told off.

They love to play bite the cake.

And we've got games where they can win prizes.

Niels, Arie's Niels.

I know where he is and what he's doing.

I got the guns.

We can finally kill him. After 35 years.

I'm out. -What?

I don't want to kill anybody anymore.

Why so ethical suddenly? -Suddenly? It's taken some time.

How many Krauts did you kill in those days? 20, 30?

There won't be another one.

Every life's precious. -Oh, come on.

Once, I was going on holiday with my wife.

We had a blowout, an accident. Totally messed up.

When I came to, I had so many tubes in my body, I looked like an octopus.

And your wife? -Dead.

She had already been cremated when I came to.

And you married the nurse?

A bit of a clich�. -Yes?

Well, I've got another one for you.

When I was laying in hospital, I thought life had to continue.

I'd never wanted to have children, but ten months later...

our eldest son was born.

Hold this.

If you find life so valuable, why not give a murderer what he deserves?

For whom? Who asked for this?

Arie. -Arie hasn't asked anything.

It's us who wanted revenge. -You owe it to your children.

They're 6 and 8 years old.

How does it benefit them if we kill a 60 year old man?

To warn them.

When they'll be 30, they'll make their own stupid mistakes.

Because we set a bad example. We have to get the ones who weren't caught.

And who will we bring back to life again by doing that? Arie?

If we don't tell them that murder never pays...

they won't learn anything from our war.

They don't want to learn from our war.

The only thing history teaches us is that we don't learn from it.

I want that! -No, me!

Let me introduce my wife.

This is an old friend of mine. Ab Spoelstra.

He suddenly dropped in.

I'm Tine. -I'm Ab.

So sweet that you've already prepared everything.

They love a game of bite the cake.

You'll stay here, won't you, Cees? They're counting on you.

He's so good with the children. They love him.

Sorry, I have to go into the garden.

We don't have anything important to discuss, do we?

Why don't you come back tonight at 8. They'll be asleep then.

Don't I get to wear a hat?

You look way too healthy for a 60 year old.

I bet you still exercise. -Yes.

I think you're afraid of getting old. -That's nonsense.

You still live in the past. -Not at all, I look ahead.

To tomorrow. -Tomorrow doesn't exist.

For you, tomorrow is a repetition of yesterday.

That's nonsense. I take my responsibility.

Because I've not forgotten everything that's happened.

I'm prepared for what's coming.

What's that?

The next war?

It will always be different from the previous one.

Useless.

We're simply getting old, you and I.

But I accept it and you don't.

The war was your heyday.

And you want that back.

I'm out.

Then I'll do it alone.

Your son? -Yes.

He's the birthday boy. He's just like his father.

Nice kid.

I'm so hungry. Dump your rubbish here.

Dump your rubbish here.

You can go.

We'll make a short tour through the Efteling Park.

Finally, we can sit.

We'll get that bloody fascist.

No matter how.

That's only for laughs, mom.

What's this? What does Queen Beatrix want with that comedian?

One moment, sir. -It's from last week, mom.

No, last week's one was about Martine Bijl and that tall man.

What's his name? From that comic duo.

No, that's Prince Pieter, who can't play the piano because of his hands.

Terrible... cancer in your hands. -Yes, terrible.

Money can't buy happiness. -No, but it's nice to have.

We'll buy this one.

Look, Marco Bakker will never sing again!

With a record! -We'll play it on the stereo!

Fantastic! -We'll get this one too.

Anything else? -No, that's enough.

That makes 12.75. An elastic band around it?

Here's 13. -And 25 cents change.

5 nickels is ok too. -Or 2 dimes and a nickel.

Or 25 cents, right Auntie Cor? -I could barely carry that.

What can I do for you, sir?

The working man isn't interested in the revolution.

Must be too expensive.

Beautiful books about the revolution that nobody wants to buy.

What can I do for you?

Hey, a first edition. This is an antiquarian book.

It's been here for years. No one will buy it like this.

Let alone follow its example.

No, they'd rather buy this junk.

Rather than Marx and his revolution.

Ab.

Ab from the assault group. -I thought you'd never recognize me.

Yes, I've changed. Hair doesn't grow on brains.

It also doesn't grow on sandy soils.

Did you want to buy all these books?

You could give them to your capitalist friends.

They've already got them all.

Or else their children.

I've come to get you.

I found him.

Niels.

He's in the Netherlands for another day and a half.

I got your gun and we're going now.

You can't say no.

You owe it to Arie.

What do you want with him?

Have you been sent as a provocateur or something?

Bullshit. It's exactly as I say.

Niels is in Amsterdam.

Put that thing away!

You can't be serious.

Damn, you're serious. -Of course.

No, I'm not doing it.

So you risked your life for this mess.

I'm selling a lot. -I bet you are.

I have to. My son's studying medicine and I'm paying for everything.

When he'll be finished, he won't have any debt.

What has really changed after the war?

The fascists are in power again.

Except they have a bigger mouth now and they're keeping the people stupid.

That's true. -And what are they using to do it?

That nonsense that you're selling.

What did we say to each other back then?

Those bastards from the war will never know any peace.

Down with the fascists!

Or not?

You're good. That hasn't changed.

You don't lose a steady hand.

Except, back then it was control. Now it's rheumatism.

Ladies and gentlemen, we're in the oldest part of Amsterdam.

We're driving past the oldest buildings.

We're now going to sex theatre Casa Rosso.

We wish you a very good time.

Can we help? -That's nice of you, thank you.

I'm killing myself dragging my husband around.

He insisted on going on a holiday. And it had to be Holland.

Wanted to see the old mother country?

Niels! -Ab!

Wout!

He recognizes us! -Of course.

Thank you very much.

Does your husband still enjoy a sex club?

He thinks it's beautiful. He can't move well anymore.

He's had a stroke.

But his brain's still working, isn't it?

My sweetheart.

Miss, help me, please.

Miss!

Shoot. Shoot me.

Kill me.

Please.

Please.

Good, together.

Why didn't you shoot? -And you?

It's much worse for him to live like this.

You'd do him a favour by killing him.

That the bastard's ending like this... -Excellent.

Couldn't be better.

Can I do anything for you? -No, I don't need any help.

I could buy the collected works of Marx and Lenin from you.

They're for my son when he graduates.

He'll never read them. -You don't know that.