Sonny Boy Page #5

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Take them away.

Hey, Gerard. A reaI boy scout

never cries.

Don't be scared.

- Shut up.

When we get out of here,

we go to Surinam.

It 's always warm there.

- We will swim in the river.

Shut up! Damn it.

Poor little resistance fighter,

did you hurt yourseIf ?

We will make you talk , Jew lover.

Here, give this to daddy.

What do you have there?

Tell me, what do you have there?

Open your hands, immediately !

You. What do you have there?

It 's clear you have something.

Show me your hands!

Give it to me.

Give me the money.

You're allowed to go.

Come on.

Do as he says.

Go to uncle Marcel

No, I don't want to.

I want to stay with you.

l' m not going to uncle Marcel

Get lost.

Go home.

Sit down.

My name is Kees Kaptein.

The most successfuI executioner

of the Dutch Jews.

Does the name Kees Chardon

ring a bell ?

No.

Maybe you only know him

by his alias. PauI Vermeer.

Never heard of him.

Why are you hiding Jews?

l' m not hiding anybody.

Those people live with me.

I run a guesthouse.

All paying guests are welcome.

Even if they are hiding?

-It 's not written on their forehead.

It 's sewn on their overcoats.

Shall I give you some names?

Abraham Cohen, Joseph Polak,

Herman de Bruin, Dobbe Franken.

That all sounds very Jewish,

don't you think?

If you say so.

Stop lying.

Why did they stay in your house?

Everybody needs a roof

over their heads.

Mom said I should go see you.

What happened?

- They are in prison.

And our house is gone.

- Gone?

You can stay here.

Don't you worry.

That's not possible .

Think of my nerves.

Woman, at least for once shut up.

Start talking, you stupid b*tch!

We know that Kees Chardon alias

PauI Vermeer wasn't a decent lawyer.

He and a bunch

of morons helped Jews.

And you acted as his assistant.

A simple housewife...

Who would 've thought?

I have nothing to say.

Maybe we should change the rules.

Your little son...

I bet you really love him.

Shall we bring him

and give him the same treatment?

l' ll let you watch.

- You're sick.

Not as sick as you.

You live with a n*gger.

A raciaI disgrace!

That's what we call it.

Pick up her son.

He's with an uncle , isn't he?

These walls have ears.

They're fetching Sonny Boy!

Clear off,

outside!

Where is Waldy Nods?

- He's not here.

Search the store and the house.

l' m sure you understand we would

never keep such a cuckoo in the nest.

We get rid of them. Nobody wants

such a black nuisance around.

Poor monkey. They're trash.

-Indeed.

It 's getting too dangerous

for him over here.

I can go on for hours.

UntiI you drown.

How many Jews?

How come this doesn't work with you?

The water is my friend.

Too bad it's your only friend.

Your family kicked your son out.

Why don't you sit for a while ?

It hurts to sit.

Did he give you a hard beating?

- With a curtain rail

That's Kapi's trademark.

It can be worse.

Vera had...

- No mom, don't mention it.

I have a daughter, she's your age.

I have five children.

Do you still have nothing to say?

Ah well . It doesn't matter.

You're nailed anyhow.

If you pick up enough people ,

there's always one who breaks.

In this case it was a young man

who truly understands our cause.

Gerard van Haringen.

What are you doing?

l' m practicing.

She's a pianist.

Every day without practice

makes you play worse.

Can you play Sonny Boy?

I think so.

Uncle Marcel

I want to go with you.

Don't leave me here!

A group of men has been taken away.

Your husband was one of them.

Dear God. Where to?

Camp Vught.

The sentence against the

group of Kees Chardon is as follows:

Hendrika Johanna Nods

and Kees Chardon...

are sentenced for life because of

extensive JudenhiIfe and conspiracy.

Give me something to write on.

Move on. Get back in line.

He's still alive.

He's still here.

Waldemar.

Concentration Camp Neuengamme

Move, you piles of sh*t, move!

Four languages?

- Yes, four.

Dutch, French,

English and German.

Polish?

- No sir, no Polish.

That's too bad.

But you've passed.

Four languages.

Unbelievable .

You can work here.

Finally someone who

appreciates my certificates.

Dear Waldy,

How are you?

A letter from your uncle Marcel

A letter from my father!

What does he write?

- That I should do my best in school

Otherwise he'll come home

and slap me on my behind.

They don't have a clue what's

happening here.

Concentration Camp Ravensbrck.

Dutch women, keep courage.

Ahoy ahoy.

Why do you need all this food?

- I keep it out of the Krauts' hands.

And I sell it.

Some potatoes, please.

- Do you have anything to pay with?

No jewelry ?

- No.

Those wedding rings will do.

Here, take this one.

You should stay out of this.

You are an idiot, you know that?

They'll lose those rings eventually.

Why not to me?

Everyone makes money from the war.

Do you really think your parents

were hiding Jews for free?

Paul

PauI Vermeer!

Waldemar.

- You're still alive.

Yes.

To give up is to give in.

In what section did they put you?

Outside.

The saIt mines.

This labour is far too heavy for you.

They should have me do it.

Doesn't matter, Waldemar.

Here we are all slaves.

Dear Waldy,

First of all I wish you a happy 1945.

Fortunately l' m heaIthy. It can be

bitter cold here, but l' ll manage.

l' ll manage.

Have you heard from mamma

in the meantime?

No news from mamma

out of Ravensbrck.

I miss you both.

Our rainy days.

The Fhrer has died.

Faith has stricken us hard.

l' m very sorry.

What to do with you now?

We now have a new Fhrer, Dnitz.

The enemy advances.

There is only one way out.

Over water.

Lbecker Bay

Our liberators!

Stupid Britts!

It's us!

The whole ship is burning.

I need a smoke.

Only Germans.

No prisoners on board!

Only SS!

No prisoners!

Somebody's swimming.

That man is black.

- Nevertheless he is a good swimmer.

Where is he going?

To the other end of the ocean?

He's swimming for his life.

When will you shoot?

On the count of three.

l' m ready.

One...

Two...

Three.

We're good soldiers.

We'll win this war!

A letter from your uncle .

What does he write?

That's he received a letter

from a pianist...

Oh dear heaven...

Poor, poor boy.

Good to see you.

- You've grown a lot.

Where am I going to live?

- With your grandparents, for now.

UntiI my father returns.

We haven't heard from your father.

l' ve got something for you.

It 's from your mother.

In the train. Goodbye dear children.

Bye father and mother.

Goodbye dear brothers and sisters.

A big kiss for everybody.

l' m going to Vught,

to my dear husband.

Please pray for us.

Have faith. l' ll be brave.

Your loving mother, Rika.

Months later, Waldy received word that his

father had died in the Cap Arcona disaster.

It was a mystery to him how

such a good swimmer could drown.

Sixty years after the war,

he learned the true story when a new book

about his parents revealed

previously undiscovered facts.

According to the pianist's letter,

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