The Assault Page #7

Soon they will think you...

Give me that pistol. We will hide

it in the house. Here, give it.

Shut up. If they will find us here,

they will think that we...

So he was lucky that Peter

was holding you at gunpoint?

Nuclear weapons get rid of them.

Nuclear weapons get rid of them.

Father and I were taken

by the Germans.

We were both interrogated separately.

Peter Steenwijk had nothing

to do with it.

He didn't kill Ploeg.

- We know that.

It was a woman.

A woman of your age.

What did Peter do

with Ploeg's pistol?

He was furious at us.

- Furious?

Why?

- Because...

Because Ploeg was really

laying in front of our door...

and we put him at their place.

Congratulations.

Congratulations.

Karin, we will never talk about

this anymore. Understood?

Later on I heard that

you were moved.

Emigrated, to New Zealand.

- My goodness.

He was affraid that you would

ever want to avenge yourself.

Me? That never even occurred to me.

- Well, it did to him.

That's why he wanted to go to

the other side of the world.

To New Zealand.

In New Zealand he committed

suicide in 1948.

At the end he didn't need

you to get killed.

You were inside of him.

It's Ploeg.

- Oh, God.

My lizards.

So basically the lizards killed

my parents and Peter.

Those creatures were something like

eternity and immortality to him.

They were his only hold during the war.

He was so unhappy.

Have you heard? The Steenwijks

were killed last night.

As soon as we got home,

he kicked them all to death.

They were only lizards to him

again, only some animals.

One last thing.

You saw Ploeg,

you went outside.

Your father grabbed him at the shoulders,

you at the feeth.

Why did you put him

at our place?

And not at the other side, at Aarts?

- I wanted to, I wanted to.

Where do you want to put him?

- Near the front door of the Aarts.

No, they have people in hiding.

There are Jews there.

Christ.

I saw those Jews the first

time after Liberation Day.

A couple with a baby.

Karin, excuse me.

I wish you... The best.

Hey, daddy.

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