Soldier of Orange Page #4

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Do tell me,

what is the situation at home?

Home? Which home?

Her Majesty means the situation

in 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?

- John...

...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.

- How's the army?

- The dregs!

- 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.

Yes.

- Any progress?

- None of your business.

No.

Forget about her.

Sh*t, 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.

Yes?

Mr. Lanshof, come on through.

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 to be here.

They, at least, are of the people.

Gentility belongs to the past.

Things will be different after the war.

The true nobles 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.

Here, put your mind to this

instead of neuken.

Stop showing off,

you'll be shitting your pants.

I'm not even wearing pants.

Here. A matchbox to keep it in.

That stuff smells disgusting.

It's enough to make you puke.

...to make you puke.

We've stopped.

Come.

Throw some over me.

Your health.

Gus.

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.

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.

What an odious way of saying

that you're scared.

If I were 20, I'd take ex ception

to that. Gentlemen...

Perhaps you have doubts

about the new democracy too?

New democracy?

We've never had democracy.

When do we leave?

You'll hear from me.

Fine.

Could we get ca ught?

If they get me and not you, tell

the Queen what the socialists want...

...after the war.

I'll warn them.

Goddamn it!

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.

Well?

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.

Goddamn it!

Idiot!

A present for your fianc.

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

Damn it...

An odd uniform.

- U-boat, I think.

- Or a destroyer.

Stop.

Get off.

The German Army

claims this bicycle.

Filthy, goddamn Jerry.

Right, beach huts at 11 pm.

You're going to England?

Police.

On your feet.

They're dead.

Damn. 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?

Don't leave me here.

I want to go with you.

I object.

I decide who comes.

It's only 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.

A permanent place is too risky,

he says.

Don't you wear a star?

Forged papers, from Robby.

And the liquor, the chocolate...

From Robby too?

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.

Are you going to a party?

Yes... you could call it that.

Lord, where are you going?

- The lion's den!

- Don't worry.

If anything goes wrong I'll shoot.

Robby, shut up.

Papers, please.

Thank you.

My compliments.

An excellent forgery.

They're the real thing.

Mr. Particular.

Phone headquarters.

We'll cordon off the area.

Ah, this messy tomato sauce.

Have the cleaning bill

sent to Berlin.

The Fuhrer will gladly pay.

You there, get out of the way.

We're going to party.

I'll join you.

Come on in. Nice and warm.

Oh, you're a heavy one.

Everything is arranged.

We're here.

Stay with us.

Come on, let's go inside.

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.

Bullshit.

I heard you were in London.

No, I'm right here.

As you can see.

It's a shame we're not

fighting on the same side.

A shame.

A few years from now...

...the Germans and English will

both be fighting the communists.

I doubt it.

We won't see it.

We won't make

it through the war.

- I'll see if he's down there yet.

- All right.

To London, old spy.

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