We've got visitors.
- Your Gestapo. - This might take a while.
Have another drink.
- Real Dutch gin. - Prewar.
Lt. Thelen, Security Police.
Polzer, ship's captain. Two gentlemen from the Greek navy.
- A drink? - No.
You've taken on a Dutch crew. We'd like to investigate.
They're not here yet.
But you're sailing in half an hour.
That's right. In 28 minutes.
You can't sail until we've seen the entire crew.
That's for us to decide.
- Where are they? - One moment.
Come with me.
There.
Cordon it all off.
Man both ends of the gangway! Nobody goes aboard!
Attention!
- This is an investigation. - Jerries!
Stop! That will do.
Murderers!
A net, lads. Before he falls!
Hello, Captain. Hello, Mr. Snooper.
You're drunk. Blind drunk.
What did he say?
You're drunk!
Right! When do we sail, guv?
Nobody comes aboard!
What? Nobody?
Nobody!
We're not allowed on board! Back to the pub!
Lower away!
Get away from my car!
Get out of it!
Filthy pigs!
That will do. Have them come aboard at once.
No, I'm fully authorized to have them locked up.
They're having a row.
The navy will decide this, Herr Lieutenant.
Let them board.
Come aboard!
Form two lines!
Music!
Attention!
Salute!
You're sober?
To the stokehold.
We must put to sea before they change their minds.
Ready, sir.
Eric.
We're on our way.
Gus. Well, I'll be...
We're on our way!
- How did you get here? - Nico. And you?
Me too.
Mr. Particular.
lntermission
Seasick?
We're sailing due north.
Nico said it was heading for Russia.
We'll have tea with Stalin.
What's that?
A battleship.
- German? - I can't bloody tell.
English!
Wait, I'm coming too!
Goodbye, Captain!
- Bloody awful here. - It won't take long.
The only English I know is 'fuck you'.
Hi, love.
- We're going to fly, with the RAF. - Are you crazy?
- And you? - The army. More peaceful.
If you get a nice uniform...
Mr. Lanshof?
Congratulations. A daring bit of work, your escape.
Not really. We could get a ship.
Not so modest.
You're one of 50...
...49 to make it over from Holland alive.
Come straight to the Queen when you've finished here.
We cherish our freedom fighters.
I'll arrange the audience. Ask for General Van de Zanden.
You'd better give that to me.
Come along.
You've read too many thrillers.
I can manage from here on.
But you lack training.
Next time better.
That would certainly please the Germans.
Eric! Come and join us.
- What's going on? - We'll have a cup of tea...
...and then we'll have a chat.
Aren't you Mr. Lanshof?
You may take off your coat and sit down.
I'll take this.
No, that's where Her Majesty sits.
- Odd way to come in. - He couldn't find the front door.
That's a nice uniform...
- I'm starving. - Eat, Willem.
Ma'am, what do I call her?
You call her 'Your Majesty'.
- Is it 'Her' or 'Your'? - 'Your'.
It's 'Your'.
- No smoking in her presence. - I hear she's strict.
- Not overly. - There she is.
I bid you welcome.
You are my link with Holland.
Your Majesty, may I present:
Will Dostgaarde...
...Gus Le Jeune...
Your Majesty.
...and Eric Lanshof.
Mr. Lanshof.
Your Majesty.
Won't you sit down?
No, my guests first.
Do tell me, what is the situation at home?
Home? Which home?
Her Majesty means the situation in the Netherlands.
Not good. The Jerries are stripping us bare, Her Majesty.
- Those German bandits! - I mean, Your Majesty.
But when the war is over...
...what must we do about the fascists?
Don't you worry about those shitheads.
Mr. Van der Zanden, what does that mean, shitheads?
It's a term, Your Majesty, expressing how we feel about traitors.
Right, Mr. Lanshof?
- Who said I was a traitor? - John...
...shortly before he was killed.
And then they simply let you go?
I don't see the connection.
It's simple. The Germans wanted you to believe it...
...and then pass the word around.
What would they gain by that?
I am head of intelligence and I'm Her Majesty's secretary.
They would love the Dutch people to think I was a traitor.
They did a good job trying.
- How's the army? - The dregs!
- I've got something else for you. - What?
A trip.
Where to?
To Holland.
No!
- How did you manage that? - I didn't, she did.
I thought someone was lying in wait for me...
...with a gun.
Don't go totally bonkers.
- Still seeing her? - None of your business.
Yes.
- Any progress? - None of your business.
No.
Forget about her.
Shit, I want to sleep with her...
...while I still can.
Cold feet? For Holland?
None of your business.
We consider your presence in London to be of the utmost importance.
Yes?
Mr. Lanshof, come on through.
Do you smoke?
Thank you.
- And you perhaps? - No, thank you. I don't smoke.
Let's go for a stroll, I find that very enjoyable.
You're returning to Holland, aren't you?
Yes, Your Majesty.
I want you to bring several people back with you.
lsn't that dangerous?
Our future leaders are in Holland, in the resistance.
I want them to be here.
They, at least, are of the people.
Gentility belongs to the past. Things will be different after the war.
The true nobles are the resistance fighters.
Don't you agree?
Mr. Lanshof?
You're absolutely right, Your Majesty.
I hadn't looked at it that way. True nobles...
Is there anything else, Your Majesty?
I wish you success.
ldiot, the Queen's got a front row view.
Here, put your mind to this instead of neuken.
Stop showing off, you'll be shitting your pants.
I'm not even wearing pants.
Here. A matchbox to keep it in.
That stuff smells disgusting. It's enough to make you puke.
...to make you puke.
We've stopped.
Come.
Throw some over me.
Your health.
Gus.
Be careful.
GERMANY WlNNlNG ON ALL FRONTS
Filthy Jew
Good Morning.
I'd like birth announcement cards for my daughter.
What's her name?
Wilhelmina Juliana Bernardina.
Come. They're waiting for you.
- Is this address safe? - We'd not be here if it wasn't.
You're a Red, aren't you?
I remember seeing you in the House.
Hardly a pleasant experience.
Possibly. I don't recognize you at all.
Gentlemen, please...
I can't be part of this. I refuse.
You've pledged yourself to Her Majesty.
I promised the Germans I would take no action.
General, the Queen has asked you to be her adviser...
...for the postwar democracy.
Wilhelmina and democracy, a belated vocation.
Or rather, she's always been a little touched.
Religion. This is her chance...
...to play Christ, to save the world. Count me out.
What an odious way of saying that you're scared.
If I were 20, I'd take exception to that. Gentlemen...
Perhaps you have doubts about the new democracy too?
New democracy?
We've never had democracy.
When do we leave?
You'll hear from me.
Fine.
Could we get caught?
If they get me and not you, tell the Queen what the socialists want...
...after the war.
I'll warn them.
Goddamn it!
Waterproof.
Stone dead.
Nothing. How can I tell London when we're coming?
They only confirm receipt.
lnstructions will come tomorrow.
- Anything else I can do for you? - No, thank you.
I can do more than just transmit.
We'll phone if we need you, okay?
Fine.
See you tomorrow then.
Well?
I don't know their plans. They're not talking.
Bad show.
They'd be on to me if I asked.
You're not trying hard enough.
Which of Esther's jackets would this go best with?
I'd love to see you against the wall.
You'd be right next to me.
Goddamn it!
ldiot!
A present for your fiance.
Might be the last time.
Who's that jerk?
A friend from the resistance.
If that's one of your friends...
Darling, we can't always choose our friends.
This device uses zinc coins only
Damn it...
An odd uniform.
- U-boat, I think. - Or a destroyer.
Stop.
Get off.
The German Army claims this bicycle.
Filthy, goddamn Jerry.
Right, beach huts at 1 1 pm.
You're going to England?
Police.
On your feet.
They're dead.
Damn. That was close.
We've got to get out of here. To the car.
- What about me? - You need a place to hide.
- Where? - I'll fix it.
- Fix it? I just shot two Nazis! - Scared?
Yes! Do I have to stay and wait for them?
Don't leave me here.
I want to go with you.
I object.
I decide who comes.
It's only my opinion.
He's coming! I'll answer for him.
- He'll need tails. - There are some in the garage.
Let it ring.
They're gone. After them.
If things go wrong, don't let them take me alive.
This'll do the trick. Cyanide.
After them.
It worked.
No answer?
Where's Robby?
I don't know. He comes and goes.
But you're engaged.
He's always busy with his transmitter.
A permanent place is too risky, he says.
Don't you wear a star?
Forged papers, from Robby.
And the liquor, the chocolate... From Robby too?
A man from Robby's group brings it.
We can't even get those things in London.
Robby's in the resistance. They can get anything.
Do you believe that?
I have to go to my parents' place and get my tails.
Are you going to a party?
Yes... you could call it that.
Lord, where are you going?
- The lion's den! - Don't worry.
If anything goes wrong I'll shoot.
Robby, shut up.
Papers, please.
Thank you.
My compliments. An excellent forgery.
They're the real thing.
Mr. Particular.
Phone headquarters. We'll cordon off the area.
Ah, this messy tomato sauce.
Have the cleaning bill sent to Berlin.
The Fuhrer will gladly pay.
You there, get out of the way.
We're going to party.
I'll join you.
Come on in. Nice and warm.
Oh, you're a heavy one.
Everything is arranged.
We're here.
Stay with us.
Come on, let's go inside.
All right, I will.
It saddens me to see you among all these fascists...
...bunker-builders.
Oh, it's war.
And it's a nice party.
I heard you were abroad.
Bullshit.
I heard you were in London.
No, I'm right here. As you can see.
It's a shame we're not fighting on the same side.
A shame.
A few years from now...
...the Germans and English will both be fighting the communists.
I doubt it.
We won't see it.
We won't make it through the war.
- I'll see if he's down there yet. - All right.
To London, old spy.
Are you spying for the Germans in London?
Will you bring back some nylons for me?
What a lovely brooch!
The lron Cross!
- How'd you earn that? - I blew up a Russian tank.
- Here, you earned it. - Piss off.
Spying is a lot riskier...
It's mine.
Give it back, dammit!
- It's not a toy! - lron Cross, lron Cross!
Gus!
It's running like clockwork.
No. We're in trouble.
What trouble?
We've been betrayed, by Robby.
No. He's with me.
- He's coming. - Robby's working for them!
Jesus Christ.
- Where is he? - Up there with the others.
Wait for me.
Filthy bastard!
Stay where you are! Nobody move!
- Run to the beach! - You are surrounded!
If you move, we'll shoot!
Stay where you are!
Don't move!
We're opening fire!
Split up!
I deeply regret what has happened.
Mr. Van der Zanden?
Your Majesty?
We shall not repeat this.
Thank you very much for your efforts.
That'll never get there.
So what?
Bread? Bread?
Hungry?
We're going.
We have to go. Bye.
'Love from Alex.' Your mascot.
He'll get a bomb on his head tonight.
I'm not that much of a bloody fool.
Shut up.
He's waking the dead in their graves.
Open up.
We won't hear from him again.
Nuremberg. These Jerries are good shots.
They're not drinking this Christmas.
- How much longer? - 1 5 seconds. Cheers.
Bomb doors open?
- Bomb doors open. - Christmas present ready?
- Count down. - 1 0, 9, 8, 7...
...6, 5, 4, 3...
...2, 1.
Bombs away.
And back home.
Her Majesty wants you...
...as her aide.
Long live the Queen!
No, thank you, Captain. This, I would prefer to do alone.
Couldn't you have accidentally dropped a bomb on that palace?
Well?
It's short.
lt'll grow again.
A present from our liberated compatriots.
Understandable.
I've no hard feelings.
I survived.
- You did too. - Yes, that's true.
Except, you're a hero.
What will you do?
Work in the garden.
Clean up the mess.
Jack!
Good Lord, Eric!
Come in!
You look absolutely marvelous.
Medals! How did you get them?
Did some flying, dropped some bombs.
We scraped through.
Don't ask me how.
Would you like a drink?
I have a nice wine for special occasions.
...universities closed. I took prelims behind closed doors.
Risky business. You had to take care.
We'll simply start where we left off five years ago.
Here you are.
What are your plans?
I don't know.
To the future.
Your health.