After five dark, anxious years, the sun breaks through.
This Dakota, landing in a free country...
...is bringing Queen Wilhelmina back home, to Holland.
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...
...highlights 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.
SOLDIER OF ORANGE
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In you go, freshers!
Inside, you sods!
Come with me!
Up you go! Go on!
- My name's Jack Ten Brink, sir. - Your name's Dickhead, get it?
- What is it? - Dickhead, sir.
What do you think of Hitler?
Filthy exhibitionist!
He builds good motorways.
Are you for or against the sod?
Hitler's a bloody bastard.
Piss off, you sods.
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?
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.
- New boys to the dining room! - On your bums!
- Jesus, dinner time! - The President.
Everybody rise!
- Down on the floor! On your belly! - Prick on the floor!
Sit, sit, sit. Everybody!
And eat, eat, eat!
Bring them here.
Filthy shirkers! You're in for it!
Shirking, were you?
No, sir.
Would you rather go home?
I'd like stay, sir.
Would you?
Yes, sir.
Sing for us.
Hum along.
Off key!
Start again.
Off key.
Again.
Mr. President.
This is serious.
He's bleeding.
Hi, Eric.
Can you drink this yet?
Of course.
Hi, Esther.
I' won't get up, 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. - We're not...
Tell us.
Well, it was the first evening...
...he puts it on my head and starts hitting it.
Again and again... and I kept singing:
- Eric, you have a visitor. - The President.
Don't get up, Lanshof.
I mean, your head...
Just a few stitches.
Telling your young friends about university life?
- Well... - I'd like a word, Lanshof.
Sit down, sir. You were going anyway.
Are you coming?
My apologies for last night. It was uncalled for.
It was nothing...
It was ... Is that beer?
Would you like some?
I intend to look after you.
There's a vacancy in my digs. Want it?
Yes, thank you.
Your health, Lanshof.
Your health, sir.
You can call me Guus now.
Right, sir.
Idiot.
Thanks.
Good, I'll copy them.
You really should attend lectures.
- You sound like my mother. - Hey, lan!
- 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.
And you? Or don't you dare?
No.
Come on, come with us.
How's the sherry?
Disgusting.
- I've got something stronger. - Nice.
Give us a hand.
Alex!
Pull!
Guus might like a drink too.
Call him, will you?
Who's slinking about? Professor Ten Brink.
I don't slink. I was at Professor Teilder's.
A preliminary.
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.
Have my chair.
- How's your love life? - I can't keep the landlady off me.
- Good looking? - What a figure...
One coffee.
For this gentleman, Greta.
Let's take a photo. Move closer together.
- I'm off to Germany. Like to come? - No way.
Trainloads of Jews arrive here every day. I don't like swimming upstream.
Don't move.
Sit still.
- It's coming! - As the nun said to the bishop.
Glass, glass!
Four, three two, one...
Cheers!
- Eric's good. - You're better.
- Yes, at tennis. - You should have played.
Guard duty.
Shut up!
Guus is a poor loser.
War!
- God, it's war. - Oh, for 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...
- Dickhead! What was the score? - Deuce.
Hey, Nico, come on.
Turn off the radio, Robby.
Pencil!
Look, he can write.
9th of May
1940.
What's the time?
- What's the army like? - A lot of wimps.
We could beat the Papuans.
Nothing will happen.
Do you mind?
I do... a spot of war would be quite exciting.
Gentlemen, time please.
We must be off.
Nico will take us to the station.
Mr. Precisely.
Coming with us?
No way...
She's staying. 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.
Friday May 10, 1940. Eric and Guus.
Stop! What do you want?
- We've come to volunteer. - You must be mad!
- They're Jerries! - In disguise.
- We're Dutch. - Hands up!
Make them say something with 'sch'... Germans can't pronounce it.
- Scheveningen, schoonmoeder... - Scheveningen, sche, sche, sche!
Let them through.
Eric, here.
We've come to volunteer.
Come back in ten days.
Bloody officials! We want to help.
Come back in ten days.
Ten days is quite reasonable.
- It'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 Dutch girls?
Let's pay and go.
A tip even... decent of them.
Monday, May 13. Alex.
A fifteen minute break!
- My folks live here, may I visit them? - Go ahead.
Come in. You can shoot the lot of them.
The bloody 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!
- It's not as bad as all that. - We'll see.
Did you hear about the Queen? She fled to England.
And you have to fight.
Tuesday, May 14. Lan
German paratroopers... over there!
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 Derek... 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 capitulated.
Capitulated? 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.
Towels down!
In the water.
Go!
Come back, that's dangerous.
Want some more sand? Here!
- Jerry slut. - Mommy's boy.
You're attracting attention, Guus.
Boys, it's free!
There's Eric.
Outboard motor.
Petrol.
Put some in.
- The forecast? - Calm sea.
Good, or I'll puke my guts out.
It really stinks. I hope the Jerries don't smell it.
Screw it on tight.
Stand still.
Fine little boat.
Sherry from Dad, cheese from my mother, for the trip.
- Got the charts? - Couldn't get them.
Damn it, 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 just don't dare.
If you say so.
Your health.
Celebrating something?
Alex!
- How about a swim? - Good idea.
Haven't seen much of you lately.
Where were you?
At home. My parents have had a tough time.
Who hasn't?
Come and see us 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.
Touch 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!
How do you like Robby, hanging up his mother's washing?
Will you ask the English to come and get me?
- Is that it? - Yes, in code.
Really?
Yes!
I can hardly signal: 'Will London come for Mr. Lanshof?'
Isn't it dangerous?
If I keep it brief...
...the Jerries can't locate it.
Hopefully.
A potentiometer.
- Want to measure my potency? - Why not?
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.
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.
Imagine, me helping you!
Not a large 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.
- No, it's a tennis term. - What are you on about?
It's the best news I've heard in years.
Let me know.
UNIVERSITY EXCLUDES JEWS Read "Nation and Faderland."
Hey, look...
UNIVERSITY EXCLUDES JEWS
- 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.
I hope you're insured against accidents.
Just an accident, send the bill to Hitler.
Get those things out of the water.
- I suppose you're a Jew too? - I am!
I'll kill you, you bastard.
Don't be so stupid!
Get it!
- 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 soon find themselves in the Polish salt mines.
Student boxing champion and nowhere to go.
You can go to England instead of me.
How? When?
You'll hear from me.
I come for Robby.
What's lan doing here?
He's taking my place.
What kind of madness is this?
The Jerries don't like Jews.
I could've sent Esther.
Yes, you could have.
Come on, we can't stop here.
There it is.
To the boat!
- We'll meet again. - In London.
Hurry!
Here, take this.
See that you get it to London.
Jerries!
Robby!
I'm stiff from the long trip.
The young one first.
Come along.
- Good morning, commander. - Morning.
- You could do with some coffee, right? - Smells good.
Uncuff him.
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, have one.
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.
It isn't for me.
Oh 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?
Muscles... boxing.
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.
So tell me...just tell me what you know.
Today's affair wasn't an accident.
I wonder who let the cat out of the bag.
The information could only have come from London.
Van der Zanden... does the name mean anything to you?
Van der Zanden.
He's our contact in London.
That's not true.
It's an open secret.
So it makes no difference anyway.
I suggest you talk.
Talk!
So that's your trick.
Butter up a person, 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 lan over to England, by plane.
The big time.
- But it went wrong, totally. - What a shame.
They got lan.
LONDON BOMBING RESUMES
If he talks, I'll hang.
Amateurs.
Smirking, well-fed bastard! They'll hang me!
So you come to me?
Guus, I need a place to hide.
Catch.
Key...
To my front door. Stay as long as you like.
RUSSIAN FRONT COLLAPSES
His lordship.
Prick.
You'll be safe at my place.
Any around?
Up there, thousands of them.
They're migrating.
A beautiful sight, isn't it?
I'll try to get a bit closer.
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?
You should be more careful.
Scared?
Cheers.
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? - It's a risky business.
I hope I don't talk.
- Do a bunk. - How?
Get moving! No talking.
"The traitor is Van der Zanden in London"
Lan!
Come with me.
The impudence! 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.
Is this how one applies 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. I'm having him followed...
I see... bait?
A lure.
Exactly. He might try to get in touch with the student resistance.
Then you can expect new guests.
No problem, we have the space.
Either here...
...or in the dunes.
I'll leave it to you, commandant. Goodbye.
Hello... come in.
Let me take your coat.
- It's a wonder you're home. - That's for sure.
Come on in.
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?
AS you very well know. He told me about the plane.
We can stop pretending now.
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.
Impossible.
They'd grab him too.
Get Stalin!
Alex!
A friend of yours?
Yes, so what?
Bloody bastards. And they call themselves Dutchmen.
How did you make out?
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.
Lan 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? - Lan told me.
And he's in London.
We have to pass that on, Eric.
Then do it.
- 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?
No really, it's a boy's book.
I'll be off then.
The curtains were a good idea.
Very inventive.
Here, your shoes.
Are you sure about this?
I want it to happen.
Excuse me, sir...
Do you know where Victoria Street is?
Victoria Street? The best way is...
If you turn left there, you come to a square...
...then turn right and...
Come along.
Good day.
My compliments. It wasn't easy to find you.
- What do you mean? - Your transmitter.
It's in 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.
So won't you reconsider? Will you work for us?
Graduated?
Congratulations, Eric! You're the first from our year.
- I thought it would be you. - I can't finish yet.
Better hurry. The university is closing.
Bloody 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.
Diplomas will come in handy 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, you're a lawyer.
- What's next? - A holiday.
- Where? - On the Riviera.
That's impossible with the war on.
You're so wonderfully naive.
- Where are you going? - To the loo.
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 a danger to us.
Here are your papers.
Your name's Jean de Kuyper.
Here.
Hurry up, we didn't rent this loo.
I'm disappearing for a bit.
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 them.
They're not here yet.
But you're sailing in half an hour.
That's right. In 28 minutes.
I must question the entire crew. You can't sail until we've seen them all.
That's for us to decide.
Where are they?
One moment.
Come with me.
There they are.
Cordon it all off.
Man the gangway! Nobody goes aboard!
Attention!
This is an investigation.
Stop it! That's enough!
Murderers!
A net, lads, before he falls off!
Coming on board, Captain! Hello, Mr. Spy.
You're drunk. Blind drunk.
What did he say?
He says you're drunk!
Right! When do we sail, captain?
Nobody comes aboard!
What? Nobody?
Nobody!
Hey, chaps, 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!
Farewell, my little officer.
Are you sober?
To the stokehole, hurry.
We must sail before they change their minds.
- All clear. - Thanks.
Eric.
We're on our way.
I'll be damned!
We're off!
- How did you get here? - Nico. And you?
Me too.
Mr. Precisely.
Intermission
England, October 1941.
- It's 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, it's more peaceful.
But the uniform is nicer...
Army.
Congratulations. A daring bit of work, your escape.
Not really, we managed to 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.
Give that to me.
Come along.
You've read too many thrillers.
I can manage from here on.
But you lack training.
I'll get better.
That would certainly please the Germans.
Eric! Come and join us.
- What's going on? - We'll have a cup of tea...
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.
Nice uniform...
- I'm starving. - It's coming, Willem.
Madam, what do I call her?
You can call her 'Your Majesty'.
- Is it 'My Majesty' or 'Your'? - 'Your'.
It's 'Your'.
No smoking in her presence.
I hear she's strict.
- Not very. - There she is.
I bid you welcome.
You are my link with Holland.
Your Majesty, may I present:
Willem Dostgaarde...
Guus Le Jeune...
Your Majesty.
And Eric Lanshof.
Ah... Mr. Lanshof.
Your Majesty.
Won't you sit down?
No, my guests first.
So tell me, what is the situation at home?
Home? Which home?
Her Majesty means, 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? - Lan...
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.
- So how's the army? - The pits!
- 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.
I am.
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.
Mr. Lanshof, come on in.
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.
Isn't that dangerous?
Our future leaders are in Holland, in the resistance.
I want them here.
They, at least, are of the people.
Aristocracy belongs to the past. Things will be different after the war.
The true nobility 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.
Idiot, the Queen's got a front row view.
Concentrate on this instead of the 'neuken'.
Stop showing off, you'll be shitting your pants.
I'm not even wearing pants.
Here: a matchbox to keep it in.
Shit, that stuff smells disgusting, enough to make you puke.
Go on, puke.
We've stopped.
Throw some over me.
Cheers.
Be careful.
GERMANY WINNING 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, but 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.
A rotten way of saying you're scared.
If I were 20, I'd take exception to that. Gentlemen...
Do you have doubts about the new democracy too?
New democracy?
We've never had a democracy.
When do we leave?
You'll hear from me.
Fine.
Can we get caught?
If they get me and not you...
...tell the Queen what the socialists want after the war.
I'll warn them.
Bloody hell!
Waterproof.
Stone dead.
Nothing. How can I tell London when we're coming?
They only confirm receipt.
Instructions 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.
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.
Bloody hell.
Idiot!
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
Bloody hell...
An odd uniform.
- U-boat, I think. - Or a destroyer.
Stop.
Get off.
The German Forces claims this bicycle.
Filthy, bloody Jerry.
Right, beach huts at 11 pm.
You're going to England?
Police. On your feet.
They're dead.
Bloody hell... 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?
Get to the car.
Don't leave me here.
I want to go with you.
I object.
I decide who comes.
I was expressing 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.
It's risky transmitting from a regular place, he says.
Don't you wear a star?
Forged papers, from Robby.
And the liquor, the chocolate... also from Robby?
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.
Going to a party?
You could call it that.
God, where are you going?
- The lion's den! - Don't worry.
If anything goes wrong, I'll shoot.
Robby, shut up.
Papers, please.
My compliments. An excellent forgery.
They're the real thing.
Mr. Precisely.
Phone headquarters. We'll cordon off the area.
Have you got the tokens?
Ah, this messy tomato sauce.
Have the cleaning bill sent to Berlin.
The Fuhrer will be happy to pay it.
You there, get out of the way.
Are you deaf?
We're going to party.
I'll join you.
- Nice and warm. - Oh, you're a heavy one.
Stay with us.
There'll be dancing!
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.
Rubbish.
I heard you were in London.
No, I'm right here, as you see.
Shame we're not fighting on the same side.
A shame.
In a few years the Germans and English will be fighting the communists.
I doubt it.
We won't see it.
We won't survive 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 Iron Cross!
- How'd you earn that? - I blew up a Russian tank.
- Have it. - You earned it, piss off.
Spying is a lot riskier...
It's mine.
Give it back, damn you!
Guus!
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 with me.
Robby's working for them!
Christ Almighty.
Where is he?
Up there with the others.
Wait for me.
Bastard!
Stay where you are! Nobody move!
Run to the beach!
You are surrounded!
If you move, we'll shoot!
- Stay where you are! - Guus!
Don't move! We're opening fire!
Split up!
The Hague, November 8, 1942.
I deeply regret it.
- Mr. Van der Zanden? - Your Majesty?
We shall not attempt this again.
Thank you very much for your efforts.
That'll never get there.
So what?
Russia, July 11, 1943.
Bread... hungry?
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 a bloody fool.
Will you shut your bloody mouth.
He's waking the dead!
Open up.
This will shut him up.
Wolfenbuttle Concentration Camp December 25, 1944
Nuremberg...good shots, the Jerries.
They're not drinking this Christmas.
- How much longer? - 15 seconds. Cheers.
Bomb doors open?
Bomb doors open.
Christmas present ready?
Count down.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2...
Bombs away.
And back home.
Her Majesty wants you...
...as her aide.
Liberation, May 5, 1945.
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 for me?
Well?
It's short.
It'll grow again.
A present from our liberated compatriots.
Understandable.
I've no hard feelings.
I survived.
You did too.
Yes, that's true.
But 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.
They closed the university. I took my preliminaries in secret.
It was risky... you had to be really careful.
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.
Cheers.