After five dark, anxious years the sun breaks through.
The Dakota bringing home Queen Wilhelmina...
...lands in a free country.
It is a stirring moment as the door opens.
Resolute and confident, the Queen sets foot on Dutch soil.
After a warm welcome by civilian and military authorities...
...Her Majesty leaves the airport.
A jubilant nation greets its Sovereign Queen.
Her triumphant return to The Hague.
Highlight of these first weeks of liberation.
Without pomp, accompanied by a single aid...
...Her Majesty passes the cheering crowds.
Noordeinde Palace awaits her at the end of the route.
Once more flying the Dutch flag.
Children greet her with flowers.
As Queen Wilhelmina arrives at her palace...
...the realization that the House of Orange is home again...
...fills the hearts of the Dutch people with joy.
SOLDlER OF ORANGE
Get inside freshmen!
Come with me!
Climb!
Hello, I'm Jack Ten Brink, sir.
Prick, you mean.
- Prick, sir. - Up, Prick!
What do you think of Hitler?
Filthy exhibitionist!
He builds good motorways.
Are you for or against the sod?
Hitler's a bloody bastard.
Let him go!
Piss off!
May I introduce myself?
Jack Ten Brink.
You might know the name. My father's on the Council.
Two more shirkers.
I'm Jack Ten Brink.
- Alex. - Eric.
- Were they hard on you? - I've been here a while.
Someone made me say Hitler is a bastard.
- Must have been a Jew. - Can we stay here this long?
They have three weeks.
Enough time for a game of cards.
Freshmen to the dining room!
On your butts!
- Jesus, dinner time! - The Council.
Everybody rise!
Down on the floor!
On your belly, prick to the floor!
And stay down.
Sit, sit, sit. Everybody!
And eat, eat, eat!
Bring them here.
Filthy shirkers!
You lot are in for it!
- Shirking, were you? - No, sir.
- Perhaps you'd rather go home? - I'd like to stay, sir.
- Would you? - Yes, sir.
Sing for us.
Hum along.
Off key!
And again.
Off key.
Again.
Mr. President, this is a grave matter.
He's bleeding.
Hi, Eric.
Can you drink this yet?
Of course.
Hi, Esther.
I'll stay put if you don't mind. Eight stitches.
- Unbelievable. - What happened?
It's a long story.
- We were... - Not now, Eric.
- We're off to play tennis. - No.
Tell us.
Well, it was the first evening...
- Hello, ma'am. - Good morning.
...puts it on my head and starts hitting it.
Wham, wham...
...and I kept singing.
Eric, you have a visitor.
The President.
Don't get up, Lanshof. Your head after all.
Just a few stitches.
Telling your young friends about university life?
- Well... - I'd like a chat with you, Lanshof.
Please sit down, sir. You were off!
Are you coming?
My apologies for last night. It was uncalled for.
It was nothing...
It was my fault. Is that beer?
Would you like some?
I intend to look after you.
There's a vacant room at my place. Want it?
Yes, thank you.
Your health, Lanshof.
Your health, sir.
- Call me Gus in the future. - Right, sir.
Prick.
Thanks.
- Good, I'll copy them. - You should attend lectures.
Mr. Particular. You sound like my mother.
- I missed you today. - I was boxing.
- Eric's at home. - I don't blame him.
Shall we go up for a drink?
Let's surprise him.
On my shoulders.
Nico? Or are you afraid?
No.
Come along with us.
How's the sherry?
Disgusting.
- I've got something stronger. - Nice.
Give us a hand.
Alex!
Pull!
- Gus might like a drink too. - Call him, will you?
Gus!
Who's slinking about? Professor Ten Brink.
I don't slink. I was at Professor Teilders.
A prelim.
I passed!
A present...
...from my old man.
- That's a good one. - A Leica.
German.
Excellent make.
- Want some? - No, coffee. I'm in training.
I'll order some.
- One coffee! - Hello, chaps.
- A drink? - Please, one.
Take my chair.
- How's your love life? - I can't keep the landlady off me.
- Good looking? - A figure...
One coffee.
For this gentleman, Greta.
We'll take a photo. Move closer together.
I'm going to Germany for a few weeks. Like to come?
No way. Trainloads of Jews arrive here every day.
- I don't like swimming upstream. - Cut it out, will you?
Don't move.
Sit still. Watch the birdie.
It's coming!
As the nun said to the bishop.
Glass, glass!
Four, three...
...two, one...
Your health!
- Eric's good. - You're better.
- Yes, at tennis. - You should've played.
Guard duty.
Shut up!
Gus is a poor loser.
War!
- Jesus, war. - Oh, the English...
We'll be neutral, as usual.
Don't be so damn stupid.
- What's with him? - He's a Jew.
- I never noticed. - Prick.
- What was the score? - Deuce.
Come on, Nico.
Turn off the radio, Robby.
Pencil!
Look, he can write.
May 9th...
... 1 940.
What's the time?
- How's the army? - A lot of wimps.
We could beat the Papuans.
Nothing will happen.
Do you mind?
Yes. A spot of war would be quite exciting.
Gentlemen, it's time.
Robby!
We must be off.
Nico will take us to the station.
Mr. Particular.
Coming with us?
She wants to stay. We'll get her home. Right, Eric?
- No problem. - Well, Es?
I'd like to stay a while.
We'll show you out.
See you next week.
Let's get going, Robby!
Off we go!
Bye, darling.
Why aren't you in the army?
Bad eyes. Everything's fuzzy at a distance.
But close up I see everything, perfectly.
Robby and I are getting engaged next year.
Congratulations.
- Lucky devil. - Who?
Both of you. Want to dance?
Airplanes.
Are they ours?
We don't have that many.
Jerries.
Going to England.
Stop! What do you want?
- We've come to volunteer. - You must be mad!
- They're Jerries in disguise. - We're Dutch.
Have them say 'sch'. Germans can't pronounce it.
Scheveningen. Scheveningen!
Schele, schoonmoeder, Scheveningen.
Let them through.
Eric, here.
We've come to volunteer.
Come back in ten days.
Officials! We want to help.
Come back in ten days.
Ten days is quite reasonable.
- lt'll be over by then! - The last war lasted 4 years.
Come back in ten days.
Come on.
Come on, Eric.
- See you in ten days! - Or sooner!
Been to a party, have you?
Yes, a party.
With schnapps and women?
Let's pay and go.
A tip even. Decent of them.
A fifteen minute rest!
Lieutenant.
- My folks live here, may I visit them? - Go ahead.
Come in.
- You can shoot the lot of them. - The damn traitors.
Dirty fascist.
- Hello, Mother. - Hello, Son.
Bunch of idiots.
Just because your mother's German. Stupid. Stupid!
They think they can defeat Germany.
They'll pay when we get out. The lot of them.
And how.
- You don't have it so bad. - We'll see.
Did you hear about the Queen? She fled to England.
And you have to fight.
German paratroopers!
Behind those wooden shacks.
- What's up? - Paratroopers.
Look, there.
Check it out.
Cover us.
Wounded.
Jesus, what are you up to? There's a war on.
So what?
April fool!
That's Dirk. There's a madhouse nearby.
I fooled you! April fool!
Attention! Salute!
What's going on?
False alarm about paratroopers, General.
The war is over. Rotterdam's been flattened.
Thousands of casualties. We've surrendered.
Surrendered...
- But it just started. - It's over.
The politicians and collaborators betrayed us.
But it's not our fault. Holland can be proud of its army.
Men, I thank you!
Now what?
Line up!
In position.
Put it down.
In the water.
Go!
Come back, that's dangerous.
Do you want some more sand?
- Jerry slut. - Mommy's boy.
You're attracting attention.
It's free.
There's Eric.
Outboard motor.
Gasoline.
Put some in.
- The forecast? - Calm sea.
Good, or I'll puke my guts out.
Sure stinks. Hope the Jerries don't smell it.
Screw it on tight.
Stand still.
Hey, bastards!
Fine little boat.
Sherry from Pa, cheese from my mother for the trip.
- Got the charts? - Couldn't get them.
You said you would.
There's only one England and it's there.
No, it's there.
Why aren't you coming?
Someone's got to do the dirty work here.
You're just afraid.
Let's leave it at that then.
Your health.
Celebrating something?
Alex!
- How about a swim? - Good idea.
Haven't seen much of you lately.
At home. My parents have had a tough time.
Who hasn't?
Call in some time.
Alex, I like you, but visiting your parents is a bit much.
I'll see you around.
That's all we needed.
- The dirty fascist. - Alex is a fine fellow.
- I smell petrol. - What time do we leave?
The beach will be deserted in an hour.
In two days we'll be in London.
Knock on wood.
- It's a sturdy boat. - One leak and you've had it.
What can go wrong?
The petrol!
Let's get out of here!
Hello, Robby.
How about that Robby? Hangs the wash for his mother.
You'll ask the English to come and get me?
- Is that it? - In code.
- Really? - Yes!
I can hardly signal: 'Will London come for Mr. Lanshof?'
lsn't it dangerous?
If I keep it brief...
...the Jerries can't locate it.
We hope.
- A potentiometer. - Want to measure my potency?
Good morning.
I'll make contact.
- How do they know it's you? - I use a code.
I always begin with L-O-V-E.
Love.
Guess why.
Go!
She's on to something.
It stopped.
- Well? - You can go.
- As a courier. - Meaning?
Getting stuff from my group across.
That's fantastic.
When?
I'll let you know.
lmagine, me helping you!
Not a big area.
Next time he transmits...
...he hangs.
You seem to be very happy.
Did you tell Eric about our engagement?
That's why you're called LOVE.
- It's a tennis term. - What are you talking about?
It's the best news I've heard in years.
Let me know.
UNlVERSlTY EXCLUDES JEWS Read Volk en Vaderland.
Volk en Vaderland!
Hey, look...
UNlVERSlTY EXCLUDES JEWS
Read Volk en Vaderland!
- Here, we'll give you a hand. - Thanks, I can manage.
We're here to help one another.
We've got nothing against Jews.
That's fine, thank you.
No, we're not finished.
Do you have accident insurance?
You shouldn't have got in our way.
Just an accident... Send the bill to Hitler.
What are you staring at? It was an accident.
Cheer up. It could happen to anyone.
Get those things out of the water.
- I suppose you're a Jew too? - Yes!
I'll kill you, you bastard. I'll kill you.
Don't be so stupid!
lnside!
You'll get yourself in trouble.
- I won't let them do it. - Go out the back way.
All the Jewish professors have to leave the university.
Yes, I heard.
First the professors, then the students.
All the Jews will be in the Polish salt mines soon.
Student boxing champ and nowhere to go.
You can go to England instead of me.
How? When?
You'll hear from me.
Robby's expecting me.
What's John doing here?
He's taking my place.
What kind of madness is this?
Robby, the Jerries don't like Jews.
I could've sent Esther.
Yes, you could have.
Come on, we can't stay here.
There it is.
To the boat!
We'll meet again.
- In London. - Hurry up!
See that you get this to London.
Jerries!
Robby!
I'm stiff from the long trip.
The young one first.
Come along.
- Good morning. - Morning.
- I'm sure you'd like some coffee. - Smells good.
Uncuff him.
- Here you are. - Thank you.
Would you like a cup too?
You seem surprised. We've provided for you.
Sugar?
Don't I get anything with it?
With your second cup.
Egyptian cigarettes...
...but quite good. Take one, please.
I suppose you were expecting English ones this morning.
Mr. Weinberg, you realize...
...we want some information from you.
I know nothing.
I was going to England to fight.
The war is over.
- Not for me. - Yes, it is.
People died today.
Remain silent and more will die.
I don't know any of them.
Too bad.
Then I'll see...
...if those papers are dry yet.
Up!
The English don't send planes for no reason.
Who or what did they come for?
I know nothing.
You know nothing, do you?
You're tough, aren't you?
Boxer's muscles.
Turn him round.
Do you have muscles on your kidneys?
Enough, Breitner!
We don't work like that. Have you gone mad?
My dear boy, I'm sorry.
Sit down.
Drink the rest of your coffee.
Drink.
Just tell me what you know.
Today's affair didn't happen by accident.
I wonder who let the cat out of the bag.
The information...
...could only have come from London.
Van der Zanden. Do you know this person?
Van der Zanden...
He's our contact in London.
That's not true.
It's an open secret.
It's all for nothing, anyway.
I suggest you talk.
Talk!
That's your trick. Butter up a person...
...and then beat him.
I know nothing.
Breitner will continue working on your case.
Speak up! Who was there?
Tell me their names!
I don't know, I don't know.
Sorry about that.
Tell me what happened.
We tried to get John over to England, by plane.
The big time.
- But it went wrong, totally. - What a pity.
They got John.
LONDON BOMBlNG RESUMES
If he talks, I'll hang.
Amateurs.
Smirking, well-fed prick. I'll hang.
So you come to me?
Gus, I need a place to hide.
Catch.
Key...
...to my front door. Stay as long as you like.
RUSSlAN FRONT COLLAPSES
His lordship.
Prick.
You'll be safe at my place.
Hello.
Any around?
Up there. It's teeming with them.
They're migrating.
A beautiful sight.
I'll try to get a bit closer.
Bye.
Is that him?
- And he's not after the birds. - Thanks.
My money.
You're a good patriot.
- Is that all? - It's the rate.
Well, if it's the rate...
Two beers.
You look pleased with yourself.
Will you take these to Nico?
Sure.
Photos of German bunkers.
What are you up to?
Be more careful.
Scared? Your health.
Your health.
Let me go! Too late!
Take them away.
Let me go! It's nothing to do with me.
- They must have followed me. - Nonsense.
- Shit. Why me? - Risky business.
I hope I don't talk.
- Try to escape. - How?
No talking.
Stop!
'The traitor is Van der Zanden in London'
Come with me.
On toilet paper!
- You're Lanshof? - Yes.
'Yes, sir.'
I'll be courteous when you are.
Did you write this?
Yes, sir.
What did you write it with?
With shit, sir.
You must be mad.
This is no way to apply for release.
Perhaps I didn't have a pencil.
Next time I'll have you shot.
You may go.
Where?
Home.
- You can't just let him go. - I'm not.
He'll be followed.
Bait? A lure.
Exactly.
He might try to get in touch with the resistance.
- Then you'll have new guests. - We have the space.
Here, or in the dunes.
I'll leave it to you, Obersturmfuhrer. Goodbye.
Hello. Come in.
Let me take your coat.
- It's a wonder you're home. - That's for sure.
I stopped by a few times, but you were always out.
- I'm back now. - Yes, so I see.
Sit down.
It's a bit of a mess.
I was working.
- Tea? - No, I don't have much time.
No need.
Robby is back.
Has he been away?
You know quite well. He told me about the plane.
We can stop pretending now.
Yes. Where is he?
In The Hague. He wants to talk to you.
Come here.
See that man?
He tails me wherever I go.
Security Police.
- Robby wants to see you. - lmpossible.
They'd grab him too.
Alex!
A friend of yours?
Yes, and so what?
Bloody bastards. And they call themselves Dutchmen.
How have you been?
It was touch and go.
That vet had quite a go at me on the kitchen table.
Decent chap, though.
My transmitter is operating again.
Join us, Eric.
John is dead.
I've lost the taste for it.
You're scared.
We were betrayed by someone called Van der Zanden.
- How do you know? - John told me.
And he's in London.
We have to pass that on, Eric.
Go ahead.
- You really disappoint me. - Too bad.
- I'm being watched. - Probably.
I'm a threat to everyone.
We'll decide that.
I'll decide for myself.
Did you see Robby?
Then we can open the curtains again.
Fine.
That chap must be wondering...
Let him.
Exciting?
It's a boy's book.
I'll be off then.
The curtains were a good idea.
The things you think of.
Here, your shoes.
Are you sure about this?
I want it to happen.
Sir...
Do you know where Victoria Street is?
If you turn left there...
...you come to a square...
...then you turn right...
Come along.
Good day.
My compliments. It wasn't easy to find you.
- What do you mean? - Your transmitter.
It's on the garden shed there, isn't it?
- Do you smoke? - No.
Do you mind if I do?
Thank you.
I have a proposition.
Would you work for us in the future?
No!
Look.
Your fiance I believe?
I saw her at Lanshof's.
She looks Jewish.
Jewish. She'll go to a Polish labor camp.
Not so good for the health.
Many people die there.
Let's go.
Won't you reconsider working for us?
Graduated?
Yes.
Congratulations, Eric! You're the first from our year.
- I thought it would be you. - I can't get finished.
Better hurry. The university is closing.
Damn Jerries.
I've heard some odd stories about you.
The resistance?
All over and done with.
I'm happy to hear it, Eric. We must consider the future.
Let's go for a drink.
Degrees will count again after the war.
There's Robby's fiance!
How nice.
I graduated!
Congratulations.
Flowers for you.
Come for a drink with us.
Wait for me.
There they are.
Two gins. One with lemon.
So, a lawyer... What are your plans?
- Take a holiday. - On the Riviera.
That's impossible with the war on.
Jack, you're so wonderfully naive.
- Where are you going? - To the bathroom.
Nico.
They're after you.
You're telling me.
Still want to go to England?
Are you joking?
There's a Swiss ship sailing tomorrow. They'll take you.
Is it safe?
It's a chance.
Nice of you.
You're putting us in danger.
Here are your papers.
Your name's Jean de Kuyper.
Here.
Shake it. We didn't rent this bathroom.
I'm disappearing for a bit.