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fault that your family was killed?

Fake, you can still love your father

without having to justify things?

Just say honestly: He was wrong, but

he was my father and I love him.

Wrong? Wrong? Was he so wrong

about the communists?

Those outside thing exactly the same

way about it. Just look at it.

And he never knew about the Jews.

He picked up the people from their homes.

That's what he always did.

During Colijn he had to shoot at workers.

He never wanted to do that again.

That heater will go soon.

Do you know when my father became a

member of the NSB? In September '44.

When all those sham fascists

fled to Germany.

Action had to be done,

so he thought.

And for that belief, they shot him.

Not for anything else.

If they wouldn't have done that,

your parents would still be alive.

Perhaps my dad would have done time

in prison for a couple of years.

Surely the name of your father should have

been written on the monument then as well.

What monument?

- For the 29 hostages and my family.

Should they have included

'Fake Ploeg' there too?

God damnit.

When your house was set on fire,

we received the news about my father.

Have you ever thought about that?

I did about what happened to you,

but did you think of me too?

God damnit.

Fake.

I just wanted to say to you that

I will never forget that moment.

What moment?

The moment you just greeted me and

weren't ignoring me like all the others.

As far as love is concerned, he

lets things come as they come.

Every couple of months the girls change

that sit on his sagged couch...

after which explains the working

of Sextant time after time.

Look through this.

Move your hooks.

Hold it like that.

- Yes.

After his final examinations in medicine

Anton specializes in anaesthetics.

In 1960 he spends the Easter Days

in Londen.

That's right.

What's right?

I'm a stewardess. But now I'm here

to pick up my father.

He has an appointment with old

acquaintances. A kind of reunion.

A reunion? In London?

- Yes.

Something from the war.

He never talks about it much.

I must hurry.

I'm too late.

Oh Lord, they're already waiting.

See you soon?

Yes, see you soon.

- Bye.

Can I call you?

- Yes, of course.

A year later they got married.

Their daughter was named Sandra.

In Vietnam, war rages.

has its own share of problems.

A small group of young people,

the provo's...

is putting authorities to great inconvenience

by making a fool of them.

It's a year of demonstrations

and riots.

In the summer of that year

Anton, Saskia en Sandra attend...

the funeral of a friend

of Saskia's father.

Who are they, daddy?

They fought against the

Germans during the war.

What exactly is war, dad?

- A big fight.

When two groups of people

cut off each others heads.

Hey, easy on it.

- You think?

Is that man in there now?

Look, there's grandfather.

Grandfather.

Lien, children, friends.

In the long, frightening years...

of our deepest setbacks

and highest triumphs...

we all lived a

thousand lives.

And with every fiber of those lives

we were...

no, we are united with Henk.

Friendship never dies,

loyalty never dies.

The body will be buried, but

his voice remains audible...

in the words that he had written down

himself only a short while ago.

'When I will die, I already

died a thousand deaths...

and when I fall, I will fall into a

line that started out ages ago.

And over me others will fall

who still offered resistance.

Justice.

O, heart of the better country...

love, that I

will drink as fresh wine...

come sink into the dark

of the graves...

awaken me, and I will rise...

and shine in the light

that I passionately desired.'

That is the way we ought to know him.

Hey.

It's like a reunion.

- Half of the resistance is here.

I hope they won't notice.

- Who?

The Germans, of course.

- Stop it.

As far as I'm concerned

that Vietnamese Liberation Front...

can be equated to the nazi's.

- You're becoming an old prick.

To you the Americans are still

the same. Forget about that.

Jaap, you're forgetting one thing.

- The Russians also liberated us.

And they are on the right side again.

- Dirty communists.

Fine fellas.

- My ass.

From '44 you fought

against those fine fellas.

After all you don't exchange one

dictatorship for the other?

Prick.

- This will be a great conversation.

Do you know those lines of Sjoerd?

'A nation that yields to tyrants,

loses more than just body and good.

Then the light turns off.'

Tomorrow.

Do you know why he joined the resistance?

For the little princesses.

What's better than a party

at Soestdijk?

Men in dress uniform, ladies

in long dresses with sparkling jewels...

The glittering of chandeliers...

and the tinkling of crystal glasses

of champagne.

And the hope for a glimpse

of Her Majesty herself.

And far behind the fences in the drizzle...

guarded by the military police, the

gazing masses. Beautiful.

He's serious about it too, god damnit.

- If I would think like that, I would feel ashamed.

Fierce afternoon.

The masses throw smoke bombs at

that Royal Family of yours as well.

Smoke bombs?

At first I shot him in his back.

And while I was cycling past him

in his shoulder and his stomach.

Was that shooting in Haarlem?

What do you know about that?

- Was is about Ploeg? Fake Ploeg?

Who are you?

How old are you?

It happened in front of our house. Almost.

- In front of your...

Oh, oh. This is not good.

I'm Cor Takes. And you are Steenwijk?

- Anton Steenwijk.

They call me Gijs.

Look, a wreath from the Queen.

Why? It's not my problem anymore.

What happened, happened.

It's more than 20 years ago.

I have a wife, a child and a

nice job. Everything is alright.

Why did you say something then?

You didn't have to say anything, did you?

How old were you then?

- Twelve.

Did you know him, that bastard?

- His son was in my class.

Shall I tell you what kind of

person that Ploeg was?

I don't mind if you don't.

- I do.

He'd use a whip with a wire to

whipe the skin off your face.

He'd push your bare bottom

against the hot stove.

He'd put a garden hose in your ass so

that you would puke your own sh*t.

He had to be taken care of.

Yes or yes?

Yes.

We knew that reprisals would be made.

Mr. Takes...

- Gijs.

You don't have to defend yourself.

I'm not attacking you.

Alright, we knew that reprisals

would be made.

House up in flames,

hostages against the wall...

Is that why we had to keep it?

- I don't know.

The answer is no.

Your family would have lived if we would

have killed Ploeg somewhere else.

Then I would have been here with

someone else. If this, if that.

Fact is everyone was killed

by who killed them.

Ploeg by us,

your family by the krauts.

If you think we shouldn't

have done it...

then you should also think that

human nature is bad.

All love and happiness

and goodness of our world...

wouldn't make up then for the

death of just one child.

Your child, for example.

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