Soldier of Orange

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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.

SOLDIER 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 pla y 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 lo ve 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...

...1940.

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 yours?

We don't have that many.

Jerries.

Going to England.

Stop!

What do you want?

- We've come to volunteer.

- You must be mad!

- The y'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.

- 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 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!

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