Riphagen Page #2

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But my wife wanted a grand ceremony

with all the bells and whistles.

- A woman deserves that, doesn't she?

- Yes.

I worked double shifts for years

to pay for it all.

How about you?

- Are you married?

- Yes.

But he passed away.

- I'm so sorry.

- Don't be.

You didn't know.

What was it like?

He was the love of my life.

I want to go home.

Is your sister not here?

Well, what have you got?

Do I really have to tell you?

I have to bring these to Utrecht for them.

They call themselves the 'ID Card Centre'.

The leader is called Gerrit van der Veen.

I see. And how many of these

do they have?

- How much do they make with these?

- Nothing.

They don't do it for the money.

Go back and keep an eye on them.

- How much longer?

- Till I say that you can stop.

- Who is it?

- Andries Riphagen. From the guesthouse.

My sister isn't here.

I'm not here for your sister.

I'm here for you.

It's not a good time.

Oh.

- For me, really?

- Yes.

- What's going on?

- That always happens when he's drunk.

- Open the goddamn door.

- No.

Open it.

- Shall I...

- Filthy whore.

What do you want, a**hole?

Did you call me an a**hole?

Did you?

On your knees.

Well, go on and hit him.

- No.

- Either you hit him or I will.

And now it's your turn.

He won't do anything.

You won't do anything, right?

No.

Gee.

Any plans for the rest of the day?

I believe I'm not in my right mind

I'm continuously lost in thought

suddenly I've become a different person

my heart beats like a set of drums.

I sing my Westerbork serenade

along the railway tracks

shines the silver moon on the meadow.

I sing my Westerbork serenade

walking with a pretty lady on my side

and my heart burns like the boiler

in the boiler house.

I never felt anything like this

when I was still at home with Mom.

I sing my Westerbork serenade

walking with a pretty lady on my side.

I sing my Westerbork serenade

in between the barracks

it took hold of me on the meadow

this Westerbork love romance.

Are you really as dangerous as they say?

- You work for the Nazis.

- No I don't.

- What's the matter?

- You lie. I don't like that.

Alright.

I work for the SD.

I can't say much about it, but I don't

work there to help the Nazis.

- Who then?

- I'll tell you some other time.

Mysterious.

Hey, I'm from the same place

you're from.

But there was no one to help me.

Just look into the lens.

I've thought about what you said.

That you were willing to help us.

We're afraid we'll lose our house.

So maybe we can do it this way.

We have to help one another,

don't we?

Yes.

- Two more whiskies.

- Thank you.

My pleasure.

And if you think very hard?

No, I've already referred to you

everyone I trust, Dries.

Some people think you're my lover.

They see us together so often.

Well, if I'd been born 20 years earlier...

You said you could help me

get to England by way of Antwerp.

- True. Eventually.

- I think it's time.

I'll take care of it.

This...

is for you.

Saint Christopher,

the patron saint of travelers.

- Is this not more for Catholics?

- As long as it works.

It brought me to you.

I hope it will protect you too.

Thank you.

Go pack your bags. Tomorrow

I'll personally bring you to Antwerp.

- Albert.

- Jan.

- Can I have a word with you?

- Yes.

Two lists.

Jan, we're going to make a few bucks.

- Why us?

- Orders from the SD.

Alright, go on then.

Well, there it is. Number 26.

- No.

- Yes.

Esther Schaap?

- No.

- Come on.

No, that can't be.

- Where are the previous owners?

- Emigrated.

- And I paid them dearly for this.

- Dries.

Sweetheart, they're safe.

I put them on the boat myself.

I was promised protection.

Did Dries Riphagen

promise you protection?

Of course not.

This address comes from him.

- You make me so happy, Dries.

- Do I?

Stop! Stop it.

- I feel safe with you.

- You are.

Do you really work for the police?

And for the SD?

The SD? No.

But I saw your SD pass in the car.

That was fake. That was for

the raid on the State Printing House.

Why won't you accept it?

The Germans have won, haven't they?

You can't change the world all by yourself.

And you know what?

These people asked for it.

Who hurled the world into a crisis?

The Wall Street bankers did.

They're Jews, you know.

We arrest normal families, not bankers.

- Then why don't you quit as a policeman?

- They'll send me off to Germany. Then what?

- You could go into hiding.

- I can't.

Why not?

That's what the Jews are doing.

Think, Jan. Think hard.

Riphagen, come with me.

You can pack your things, Mr. Riphagen.

- Why?

- Your license has been revoked.

You're under investigation.

Investigation?

You thought you could take

what belongs to Germany?

- Nonsense.

- What's your current address?

- You had me followed?

- Does that surprise you?

You live in a house that belongs to

the Devisenschutz and therefore to Germany.

The investigation will reveal

whether that's your only offense.

Pack your things.

Be here tomorrow morning at 9.

With your wife.

Gerrit van der Veen.

- Does he trust you?

- Why?

I'm going to deliver him and his group

to Lages. And you will help me.

- Why didn't you come to me before?

- I...

I've only just found out.

- And Miss...

- Wery.

Wery.

will tell us everything about this

Gerrit van der Veen...

and the raid

on the State Printing House...

- If the investigation against me stops.

- Sure.

We can also take our info to The Hague,

where the raid took place.

If you'd like to see me go... But let's

keep it within the family, shall we?

Heil Hitler.

Ciao, Bella, Tuerlings.

Gee.

This is much better.

Not as dark as the Stadhouderskade.

- Can we get the key by next week?

- Yes. I don't use this room anyway.

- You want to see the other room as well?

- Yes, please.

Hey, don't I know you?

I'm not going to betray

any more people.

I can't.

Do you want to go to Poland

with your parents that badly?

It's all gone wrong.

They took Charly, Eline and Toos

to the police station.

Can't we rescue them?

You're a policeman, aren't you?

- Morning.

- Morning.

- You're early.

- Yes.

I have to go back.

- Why?

- The staircase leads to the cellblock.

- Jan.

- You're early.

- Yes, so are you.

- Yes.

- I had some administration to do.

- Sure.

You don't want anyone to see, of course.

Did you think I'd forgotten?

With regards from Riphagen.

What's going on?

A cigarette?

Well done.

Well done.

Did no one follow you?

It went well.

- Did you hear anything about Riphagen?

- I never hear anything.

I don't even know what he looks like.

I'd walk right past him.

- I'll find him.

- How?

If they see you, they'll

send you to Germany.

Connie's husband is already there.

- And Ans and Peter's boys.

- I won't let them catch me.

Forget Riphagen.

A man like him will get his just reward.

Mark my words.

- A restaurant? On the train?

- Yes, a restaurant on the train.

- I can't believe I'm sitting here.

- Why not?

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