Soldier of Orange Page #2

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Attention! Salute!

What's going on?

False alarm about paratroopers,

General.

The war is o ver.

Rotterdam's been flattened.

Thousands of casualties.

We've surrendered.

Surrendered...

- But it just started.

- It's over.

The politicians and collaborators

betrayed us.

But it's not our fa ult.

Holland can be proud of its army.

Men, I thank you!

Now what?

Line up!

In position.

Put it down.

In the water.

Go!

Come back, that's dangerous.

Do you want some more sand?

- Jerry slut.

- Mommy's boy.

You're attracting attention.

It's free.

There's Eric.

Outboard motor.

Gasoline.

Put some in.

- The forecast?

- Calm sea.

Good, or I'll puke my guts out.

Sure stinks.

Hope the Jerries don't smell it.

Screw it on tight.

Stand still.

Hey, bastards!

Fine little boat.

Sherry from Pa, cheese from

my mother for the trip.

- Got the charts?

- Couldn't get them.

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're just afraid.

Let's lea ve it at that then.

Your health.

Celebrating something?

Alex!

- How about a swim?

- Good idea.

Haven't seen much of you lately.

At home. My parents

have had a tough time.

Who hasn't?

Call in 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 lea ve?

The beach will be deserted

in an hour.

I n two da ys we'll be in London.

Knock on 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!

Hello, Robby.

How about that Robby?

Hangs the wash for his mother.

You'll ask the English

to come and get me?

- Is that it?

- I n 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.

We hope.

- A potentiometer.

- Want to measure my potency?

Good morning.

I'll make contact.

- How do the y know it's you?

- I use a code.

I always begin with L-O-V-E.

Love.

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.

I magine, me helping you!

Not a big 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.

- It's a tennis term.

- What are you talking about?

It's the best news

I've heard in years.

Let me know.

UNIVERSITY EXCLUDES JEWS

Read Volk en Vaderland.

Volk en Vaderland!

Hey, look...

UNIVERSITY EXCLUDES JEWS

Read Volk en Vaderland!

- 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.

Do you have accident insurance?

You shouldn't have

got in our way.

Just an accident...

Send the bill to Hitler.

What are you staring at?

It was an accident.

Cheer up.

It could happen to anyone.

Get those things out

of the water.

- I suppose you're a Jew too?

- Yes!

I'll kill you, you bastard.

I'll kill you.

Don't be so stupid!

I nside!

You'll get yourself in trouble.

- I won't let them do it.

- Go out the back way.

All the Jewish professors

ha ve to leave the university.

Yes, I heard.

First the professors,

then the students.

All the Jews will be

in the Polish salt mines soon.

Student boxing champ

and nowhere to go.

You can go to England

instead of me.

How? When?

You'll hear from me.

Robby's expecting me.

What's John doing here?

He's taking my place.

What kind of madness is this?

Robby, the Jerries

don't like Jews.

I could've sent Esther.

Yes, you could have.

Come on, we can't stay here.

There it is.

To the boat!

We'll meet again.

- I n London.

- Hurry up!

See that you get this

to London.

Jerries!

Robby!

I'm stiff from the long trip.

The young one first.

Come along.

- Good morning.

- Morning.

- I'm sure you'd like some coffee.

- Smells good.

Uncuff him.

- Here you are.

- Thank you.

Would you like a cup too?

You seem surprised.

We've pro vided for you.

Sugar?

Don't I get anything with it?

With your second cup.

Egyptian cigarettes...

...but quite good. Take one, please.

I suppose you were e xpecting

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 o ver.

- Not for me.

- 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?

Boxer's muscles.

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.

Just tell me what you know.

Today's affair didn't happen

by accident.

I wonder who let the cat

out of the bag.

The information...

...could only have come

from London.

Van der Zanden.

Do you know this person?

Van der Zanden...

He's our contact in London.

That's not true.

It's an open secret.

It's all for nothing, anyway.

I suggest you talk.

Talk!

That's your trick.

Butter up a person...

...and 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 John over

to England, by plane.

The big time.

- But it went wrong, totally.

- What a pity.

They got John.

LONDON BOMBING RESUMES

If he talks, I'll hang.

Amateurs.

Smirking, well-fed prick.

I'll hang.

So you come to me?

Gus, 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.

Hello.

Any around?

Up there.

It's teeming with them.

They're migrating.

A beautiful sight.

I'll try to get a bit closer.

Bye.

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?

Be more careful.

Scared? Your health.

Your health.

Let me go! Too late!

Take them away.

Let me go!

It's nothing to do with me.

- They must have followed me.

- Nonsense.

- Sh*t. Why me?

- Risky business.

I hope I don't talk.

- Try to escape.

- How?

No talking.

Stop!

'The traitor is Van der Zanden

in London'

Come with me.

On toilet paper!

- You're Lanshof?

- Yes.

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