The Storm Page #2

Come on. Keep rowing to the dike.

Keep rowing.

Have you seen my brother?

-Koos Hendricks?

-No.

Come on. We have to go back.

I thought he'd be safe...

...warm and dry...

It's dry!

It's dry!

So it didn't tip over.

He can't climb out, so...

Maybe someone came and rescued him.

-It's possible.

-They must have.

-Otherwise he'd still be here.

-You don't know what happened to it.

The lid was shut. The lid was shut.

Come on.

He must have been crying.

Someone heard him.

If you're right, your baby is safe.

And we can leave here. Okay?

I know...

I know where he is.

You won't drag it around.

If it's not your child...

...you'll take it to a dry spot

as soon as possible.

Where there's food... and mothers.

-Where do you want to go?

-To the hotel.

-We're going to the pumping station!

-That's okay!

It's close by there.

We're taking them

to the pumping station.

They were hand-in-hand.

Could you help?

We're being flooded...

Sorry! I didn't mean it like that.

It's better to keep busy,

don't you agree?

No nappies.

But maybe you can use something here.

You have grandchildren?

I hope his grandpa, my father, is safe.

He lives in South Beveland.

Don't you want to see your grandson?

I don't have a grandson.

There you are. Can you give me a hand?

-I can't...

-You can.

-No Stien, I won't.

-I'll help you.

We have to take things to the attic.

Yes, yes. Come on.

-You have to get warm, Julia.

-Indeed. Indeed.

I realise you think

God punished you more than others...

...but remember,

he tests those dear to him...

...most severely.

We can't give up hope.

We'll always be here for you.

In times like these, all Christians...

We're one big family.

We can only hope and pray

that God will mercifully spare us.

Has a little baby being brought here?

Your mother...

-And Emma?

-No...

I'm still looking for Ernest...

...your grandson...

...if you're interested.

Has anyone seen my baby?

Has a baby been brought in?

Has anyone seen my baby?

I already asked.

You have to rest... it's already dark.

There's nothing else you can do.

-Is there some way she can sleep?

-Stien?

I suppose so. But I don't know where.

-There isn't a spot in the hotel?

-Maybe in the attic, up those stairs.

-Ouch!

-I'm sorry.

Here, come and sit down.

Go away. This spot is mine.

Sorry.

What great solidarity!

Some people think

I'm the devil's daughter.

I expect I'll be blamed

for this disaster.

God's punishment...

I look for some food and dry clothes...

Your attention please.

I have two lists here.

Fill your name in on one.

The other list is the missing.

I'll hang them up here.

There's no contact

with the outside world.

From now on food is rationed.

That was it.

Aren't you the brother

of Koos Hendrickx?

That's right. Aldo.

Is Julia all right?

I wanted to thank you...

for helping her.

I'm terribly sorry about your family.

It's God's will.

God's will...

I'm sorry, women and children first.

-Everyone's already eaten?

-No.

Not yet. Food is now rationed.

You'll have to wait.

-Okay. Just for Julia then.

-You'll have to wait.

You saw her. She has to eat!

I'm sorry.

Serve it!

Communist!

You don't want any?

I already had some.

Thank you.

You said that already.

For everything.

I shouldn't have saved you, should I?

That's true.

You must be tired.

If Ernest was found

by someone without a boat...

...then he can't get here.

Tomorrow we'll get a boat and find him.

It's a reminder...

...that men can't be trusted.

That's what I thought.

It was always difficult for me too,

with my father.

He was always so certain

and was good at everything.

You'll see, if you persevere...

...it'll work out with your daughter..

God, in his mercy, will help you...

God is going to have his hands full.

You'll see. I'm convinced.

That's sweet of you.

We're going to sleep.

Ernest?

-Dammit...

-You startled me.

-Hey, what are you doing?

-Get lost.

Stop it, now. Stop it...

Go away.

Stop that.

Quiet.

Quiet. It's a misunderstanding.

-Get lost.

-She suffered. Tomorrow we'll...

Tomorrow you're out of here!

He's here. He's here. I'm not crazy.

No. He's here, I'm sure. I heard him.

I know. Quiet.

Tomorrow we'll look when it's light.

All right?

Think first,

before you interrogate everyone.

MISSING:

Ernest, 5 five weeks, dark hair.

No. He's here!

You can't check all babies.

You'll be lynched by the mothers.

What then?

-Keep looking.

-No. He's here!

Everyone has their own worries.

No one would take a crying baby

and hide it from you.

Little brother...

-And mother?

-Safe.

That's why you came!

What do you mean?

Found what you were looking for?

Julia... A baby was found...

...in a chest...

I heard it on the way.

Job found a baby in a chest.

-How far away?

-It's quite a way.

About two hours if we're lucky.

Why are you angry?

Because I looked for my own brother?

You were lying to me all along.

And I believed you.

I almost forgot:

You helped Koos to flee!

-That's what you think?

-Isn't it true?

Didn't you get him work as a sailor?

I was in the merchant navy.

Cape Town, Singapore, Sidney...

I always thought about you

wherever I was. And about...

...about our child.

I was stupid.

Yes.

I thought maybe...

...that you and I...

Can it wait?

High tide is in an hour

and we're only halfway.

Where does Job live?

By the locks.

It's a cottage with a windmill.

Thank you.

It's hard enough

without a girl getting hysterical.

Everyone's complaining.

She's your daughter.

You have to intervene.

-That girl brought disgrace on you.

-That's enough.

You don't understand me.

I'm under great pressure here.

Who from?

People shouldn't interfere

in everything.

So you'll do something?

I can't cope. I just renovated

the hotel. I lost everything.

She lost her mother, sister and child.

And you complain about money?

-I wasn't just talking about money.

-Listen. I've had enough.

If anyone complains, send them to me.

Understood?

-Yes...

-Fine.

Here.

-Clean nappies.

-Shall I wash Wiebeke?

-I did it myself.

-Okay.

How old is he?

Two months...

Keep a close eye on him.

Why?

Weren't you here this morning?

Krelis Verschoor's girl.

She lost her baby.

That must be terrible.

-It was her own fault.

-What do you mean?

Didn't you know?

-No, I lived in Assen...

-Unmarried.

And she acts as if it's normal...

The whole village was up in arms.

It's no surprise she paid the price...

I don't know.

I think God is merciful.

I'm sorry, I have to go.

I don't want you to come along.

You don't even know his name.

What's his name?

He's my son, not yours.

Go back and find a nice fisherwoman.

Get yourself a life.

What would you do?

Koos, that's irrelevant.

Are you going on?

-We won't make it before high tide.

-That's quite possible.

And you carry on?

Is that so?

Well?

What are you doing here?

You can't imagine, can you?

-What?

-That you might be wrong.

-Everyone deserves a second chance.

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