Riphagen Page #3

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- I love you, Dries Riphagen.

- And I love you, turtledove.

hello, sweetie pie, hello, honey pie

hello, darling little girl

you're so entrancing, I'll take you dancing

please, can you spare some time?

every time I see you I'm delighted

but why must my love be unrequited?

hello, sweetie pie, hello, honey pie

please, can you spare some time?

I speak French and Spanish and Italian

I was top of my class, no less

but the girl I love the most of all

to me just won't say 'yes'

to her Portuguese sounds like Chinese

she thinks algebra is balderdash

a diploma from a school

proves to her I'm just a fool

hello, sweetie pie, hello, honey pie

please, can you spare some time?

you're so entrancing, I'll take you dancing

please, can you spare some time?

- Will you fill up the tub, darling?

- Of course.

- Don't be afraid, I come for Dries.

- How did you get in?

- I had nowhere else to go. I'm Bella.

- Dries.

- Go to the bathroom and close the door.

- Who is this?

Now.

- Lages threw me out.

- Not my problem.

- I need my ID and go to Rotterdam.

- Get out of my house.

What more do you want? I've betrayed all

my friends already. Hit me. Knock me dead.

Dries.

Shall I tell your wife

what we have together?

You wait here.

Who is she?

- Sorry, darling, she shouldn't have come.

- Who is she? And don't lie to me.

She worked at the SD,

but she's been fired.

- So she just breaks in here?

- I know, I told her the same thing.

She's a bit confused.

But now she has to leave.

- And my parents?

- I'll take care of it. Here.

Money for the train.

And if I see you ever again,

I will kill you and your parents.

Get lost.

Dries.

- When is she due?

- What do you mean?

I hope your baby will be born dead.

Dries, isn't it about time

for a slight change of course?

- What do you mean?

- Don't you think it will all end soon?

- After Normandy?

- It can't do any harm to spread your bets.

I'm renting some rooms

to people in hiding...

Harry helps with food coupons.

So that if the tide turns one day...

Gee, Dries.

I'm on a death list

and you want me to join the resistance?

Dries, listen...

Thanks to me you've done well

by the Germans.

If I fall, I'll take you with me.

Now that the Allied Forces

have crossed the Dutch border...

I want to extend a warm welcome

to our allies on Dutch soil.

- Has everyone gone crazy or what?

- Dries, listen.

This is serious. We have to go.

- Where did you want to go?

- Germany?

- They're already in Rotterdam.

- You expect me to flee my own city?

- Is that your car out in front?

- Yes.

- The keys. Now.

- Why?

Martial law.

We need a vehicle to go east.

- What about me?

- The keys.

No.

Please.

In my coat.

- Albert.

- Jan? Are you still in town?

I'm looking for Andries Riphagen.

I want his file from before the war.

Who he worked with, where he lived.

Names, addresses.

- I'm your superior, remember.

- No.

You've been working for the Nazis

for four years, and their game is over.

Here, his last known address and those of

friends, firms, houses, places he frequented.

- Where's Riphagen?

- Probably he went east with the SD.

I'm looking for Andries Riphagen.

No idea.

We're closed, gentlemen.

Dries, Joop.

We're taking that red ride.

- If you ask politely you can touch it for a bit.

Am I speaking Spanish, smart ass?

We need that car. We have to leave town.

Give me the keys.

- How much?

- We'll pay you later.

- That won't happen, Joop.

- How often have we done you a favor?

All those German customers

we sent your way?

Joop and Dries, running away for

the English like two scared boys?

Shut up.

Maybe it's time to admit

you chose the wrong side.

- Be sensible, really.

- Joop.

Jesus, Dries.

There's someone here.

- Drop it.

- Who are you?

- Drop it.

- Who are you, goddammit?

- Drop it, now.

- Don't shoot.

Jan? Jan van Liempd?

You're still alive.

- I thought I was the only survivor.

- Frits.

Man.

I was in hiding.

- Why did you shoot him?

- He was already dead.

- Do you know him?

- No.

- Then what are you doing here?

- Looking for Dries Riphagen. Who's he?

That's Wim Sanders, head of this group.

- We collect information for the resistance.

- Why are you looking for Riphagen?

The city is full of traitors.

What makes him special?

- He betrayed Gerrit.

- No, Bella Tuerlings betrayed Gerrit.

At Riphagen's orders.

It was his idea.

- Can you prove it?

- No, but he will talk if I find him.

- We're taking these.

- Here. He's a regular customer.

Let me know if you find him.

Is Dries at home?

No.

Can I come in for a second?

I'm a colleague.

I hardly know any of his colleagues.

- How well do you know your husband?

- How well can you know someone?

I feel for you, Mrs. Riphagen.

And for your baby.

- You have a tough time ahead.

- I have faith in Dries.

I won't beat around the bush.

- It's Hatchet Day.

- Hatchet Day?

Today we settle scores with traitors.

Dries is on top of the list.

That's why you're here.

If not today, then tomorrow.

And if not me, then someone else.

- Turn him in now you still can.

- Dries is no traitor.

And he works for the SD

so he can help Jewish people.

No, that's a lie.

Prove it if you can.

You know Gerrit van der Veen

and his group?

- They were friends of mine.

- So?

Do it for your baby.

I trust Dries.

Dries doesn't lie to me.

I want you to leave.

- If you change your mind...

- I won't.

'Dear Dries,

Thank you for your lovely letter.

I miss you too.

I hope you are safe in the east.'

'Of course I am not angry.

You were right to leave.'

'The news about the liberation was false.

They now call it 'Mad Tuesday'.

Most of the Germans are back

and act as if nothing ever happened.'

'But something has changed.

The city is about to explode.'

Gentlemen?

'Nobody knows who's in charge anymore.'

- Let's vote.

'Toon and Harry are terrified.

Even if you have done nothing wrong,

you're not safe here.

There are no rules anymore.'

I am fine.

No Jews allowed

'It's not fair that we can't be together.

You just wanted to help people.

Please stay there

while Jan is looking for you.

It's safer and our baby needs a father.

I think it will be a boy.

He's as tough as you are.

He kicks harder by the day.

Will you write me again?

Or send me a photograph?

I will wait for you in Amsterdam.

Bye, my darling Dries.'

Marie-Antoinette de Mol,

widow of Barthold de Mol.

No criminal record. But there

were arms droppings near her farm.

- And?

- We haven't found anything yet.

- Good morning.

- I'm so glad, a Dutchman.

As I told your German friend...

I'm sorry, I don't want to do this.

But otherwise he'll send my wife

and child to Poland.

Please, if you know anything...

Maybe I can win time or warn people.

He will force me to go on till you're dead.

If you know...

If you talk, I may be able to help you.

- Where are the weapons?

- I don't know about any droppings.

Those were my husband's affairs,

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