The Blitz: London's Longest Night Page #3

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- Scout's honor.

You can open them now.

And leave.

Sit down.

Does it hurt?

-Yeah.

Those who are about to die,

salute you.

It's a real boxer's massage.

- Is it?

Stand up.

Keep moving. It prevents bruising.

We need the Nazis against the Communists.

- Hold on.

The Krauts seized all of our companies

in Poland and Austria.

That entire war is about money for them.

Our money.

Then do what I do.

Get a German business manageress.

You've got guts.

A woman as a business manager?

I'm marrying her as well.

My first wife was Jewish.

So a protestant German woman

can't hurt.

Just some extra insurance.

A German woman who's your boss.

That's asking for trouble.

There's nothing she can do to me.

She needs me more than I need her.

She looks after the children

and keeps her nose out of the business.

The fact that she's young

isn't a problem either.

Are you the owner of a car

with license plate number H 2531?

Yes, that's one of my cars.

The occupants, a German spy

named Eva von Heerle...

...and her side kick Vincent de Graaf,

are traitors.

Do you know these people?

Have you seen them before?

You're a good singer.

- Thanks. From the radio.

It was a waltz.

- A what?

A waltz.

You must know what a waltz is.

I know what a malt is.

A waltz. One, two... a dance.

Come on.

Does the etiquette allow this?

- Aunt Anke would get a heart attack.

Good.

You've never waltzed?

- Never.

You've got talent.

Chin up.

No more pain?

- No.

She went along with the boxer

to pick up her family.

Oh, no.

Car trouble, maybe. A flat tire?

- Come on.

They've buggered off to Germany.

- Or theyre lying in a haystack.

Call the Doesburg police

to have that boxer arrested.

The phone exchange is broken.

Smashed by our own army.

Eva is innocent.

That guy is a traitor.

I'll get the necessary papers.

I'll pursue them myself in the morning.

The Netherlands can count on me.

Uncle Cor, Vincent isn't a traitor, is he?

- I'm not an idiot, son.

I have to go and look for him,

before he gets into more trouble.

Does that bastard Lagerwaard know

you're Vincent's brother?

No.

Good.

Then I've got an idea.

We hope You will send the Holy Spirit.

To us as well.

Not because we deserve it,

but because we want to be your servants.

Just as you announced the Consoler

in the Bible, so do we hope for peace.

Bless, oh Lord, our words...

...against evil and human malice.

May all who dwell in it

find their way...

...towards righteousness.

May 13, 1940

The map says there's a route straight

through the woods. To the left here.

My brother knows this by heart.

You're fond of him, aren't you?

He's the sweetest,

gentlest boy on earth.

You're fond of your brother too, right?

- Sure, but I do lose sleep over him.

Herman can be difficult too.

- And Dirk Lagerwaard?

Dirk's under a lot of pressure.

He's building an international empire.

He doesn't want to lose it to the Nazis.

So he marries a German

at the right moment.

It's not just that.

- Course not. He's also wildly attractive.

This is a government announcement:

It's prohibited to use gas for personal...

Guess the tune.

Beethoven.

- Correct!

And this one...

Herman always guesses this one.

Don't know it. Is it classical?

Why listen to classical music?

Glenn Miller is much better than Mozart.

How did you know it was Mozart?

Louis Armstrong.

- No, it's a lullaby.

My mother used to sing it

before I went to sleep.

Then she gave me a special kiss.

Like this...

You peeked when we were praying.

- I wouldn't dare.

And when I wrapped myself in that towel?

Tell the truth. What did you see?

The same thing I saw

with my eyes closed.

You're lucky you're German.

You may drive back.

- But I want to drive on. My parents...

Miss von Heerle...

In a day the German army

will occupy the Netherlands.

I have to keep going.

Please, my future husband is wealthy.

- Are you Jewish?

No, I'm not Jewish.

- What about him? Is he Jewish?

Identification.

No, he's not Jewish.

He's...

...a Dutch boxing champion.

He might become a world champion.

Right. Corporal!

Yes, sir.

- Do you know Vincent de Graaf?

Dutch boxing champion.

The Dutch Olympic and European lightweight

champion is Bepvan Klaveren.

I've never heard of de Graaf.

Our corporal is a pro boxer

by the name of Schloss.

Schloss? I know him.

Number five in Germany.

And he's ranked number seventeen

in Europe.

Seventeen.

But I'm better.

If I beat Schloss we can move on

to Doesburg.

A boxing match? Now?

- That bag of bones?

With one hand tied behind my back.

Propose it.

What's he saying?

He wants to know

if you're afraid of Dutchmen.

Afraid of Dutchmen?

Where did you get that idea?

Of that amateur?

But you're hiding in the woods?

Miss, we're waiting for orders from Berlin.

Within two days the Netherlands

will have been wiped off the map.

Is that right?

And yet you're afraid of a Dutch boxer?

Corporal Schloss, come over here.

Schloss?

He's strong as an ox.

- And very vain.

The first round was for show.

Finish him off in the second round.

Drive him crazy. Dance.

It's a boxing match, you know.

Dance away, so he has to come after you.

That will make him furious.

And then:
Barn!

Beat him into sauerkraut.

Dancing and sauerkraut.

What's one more?

Dance, dance.

Drive him crazy.

Trust me. Dance!

Well done!

Stand still, a**hole.

At your command, lieutenant.

- No!

Madam...

...have a good trip.

What?

- Nothing.

"Stand still, a**hole."

Eva didn't know the difference between

good Dutchmen and collaborators.

Since the invasion,

the roles had been reversed.

The good Dutch people hated all Germans.

I didn't.

How could I hate Eva?

She no longer treated me as a servant,

but as an equal.

At least, when the two of us

were in the car.

Is that your parents' car?

Full of spelling errors.

This lady has a letter

from the Mayor of Rotterdam...

...requesting the immediate release

of the Von Heerle family.

Looks good.

- It's fine.

Guys, the Germans have broken

through the Grebbe Line.

Come on, they're almost

across the bridge.

You have collaborators working for you?

- City council...

...has a policy of non-discrimination.

We don't engage in politics.

As long as they don't touch this wall.

It's for Our Majesty the Queen.

- Exactly.

Eva.

- Mom.

Eva.

- Dad.

My sweet girl.

Where's Herman.

- Don't be startled. Stay calm.

Don't be angry. Herman, it's me.

Let me try. Herman...

Who's that?

Our driver.

Take it easy.

No uniform?

Civilians can't cross the Grebbe Line.

- I have a letter of safe passage.

I'll go and check it.

Warn the Doesburg police.

A spy and a traitor are trying to escape.

They have to be arrested.

Are you Vincent de Graaf?

- Yes.

You're under arrest.

- What? Why?

By superior orders. Treason.

- That's a misunderstanding.

I'm just a simple baker's assistant.

I box a little in my spare time.

Sir, this is a mistake.

I'm not into politics.

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