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They say history is important.
In school I had to learn dates and names by heart.
Because that, according to them, that is history.
The year of a particular battle.
The date some asshole died who as a leader did unspeakable things for years.
You name it.
But nobody knows what history really is.
You know what I'm saying?
No.
You'll have to see it with your own eyes.
People say, "Gosh, you survived the war. What's more, as a policeman, respect."
Others will say, "You scumbag, you should have done this, or that.
Why did you let that happen?"
You know what?
People are judgemental.
And it's always after the fact.
But when you're in the middle of it,
if you don't know what tomorrow will bring,
and nobody knows that, not you, not me,
well, maybe you don't know shit.
Welcome to the Antwerp police force.
You men are the buffer between our people and the Germans.
You command respect with your uniform, so keep it clean. And yourselves as well.
You must always check first with your superior officers.
And follow their orders always, of course, to the very letter.
Alright?
There, that's the official part.
Now off the record. Clément, shut the door.
Men, know that tomorrow morning when you start work,
everything you learned from your two-and-a-half-weeks of training
is not going to help you in any way whatsoever.
No fucking chance.
Because there's only one thing to get into your thick skull.
One thing.
Sing with me.
Come on, men, sing along.
Come on, everyone.
Everyone. Dieter.
Did you hear that? "I stood by and watched it all?"
Put it firmly in your skull. That's the thing you need to remember.
You stand by and watch.
- How big is your Aunt Alice's arse? - Easily as big as this, I'd say.
This is perfect as a shelf.
Wait, let me show you. Aunt Alice squats down and while doing so,
she looks me straight in the eyes. And she keeps staring.
Just like this.
You got that?
That's a big arse.
Is that her?
Three francs for a drawing.
Recruits!
There are work refusers living in this address. They must be arrested.
Take me to them.
- Shouldn't they always work in pairs? - I thought so too.
What's with the talking?
Come on.
It does look like an order.
You're a funny one.
What are you waiting for?
Let's go.
ANTWERP, 1942
Chaim Lizke?
- Yes? - Come with me.
Uhm, what for? Officer, there must be a mistake.
Right now.
- Do you have a warrant? - I don't show Jews the warrant.
Ah, I understand. You want money. Yes. You'd better come in.
Come inside.
Nobody leaves this house.
Where's the money?
Yes. Follow me. It's this way.
Let me through to leave her with the neighbour.
I beg you.
Please.
- Jeanne, can she stay with you, please? - Myriam.
- I'll come back as soon as I can. Yes? - Yes, of course. Come.
Don't you be scared. It's alright. I'll come back. Promise.
Come on, my dear.
No, I'm sorry.
- Mummy. Let me go! - Shh! Quiet. Please.
- Mummy! - Please, calm down.
I don't have all day, old man.
- Hold on. Wait, please. Please. - That's it then!
I've had enough of this.
Tell me where. Or I'll shoot you all right now.
Understood?
I'll get you the money.
I swear. Yes.
Please.
- No more games! - Please.
Out! Out!
NOTHING FOR HITLER OUR FOOD IS FOR US!
Shit. My pills. Nobody move.
Halt!
Stop her, you idiots!
Shit!
I'm going to kill you!
Let go of me!
- Mate! - Dirty Jew lover!
Mummy!
- Look what you've done now! - Please.
- Dirty Jewish pig! - No!
Look what you've done.
Daddy.
- Wilfried? - This isn't a dovecote.
Just cause you got paid, doesn't mean that you can do whatever you want.
What happened to you then?
- Come on, you have to leave. - Lode?
Where have you been all night?
Hey, hey.
Come here, brother. What happened? Huh?
It's alright. Hey.
- An SS officer, I heard. - Don't be stupid, it's a Feldgendarm.
They are the ones with the iron plates around their necks.
- Anyway, it seems he disappeared. - Really?
- Here somewhere. Sixth district. - On shift or off duty?
Well, if you think about it. Come on, men, sign in.
Daft. Who would go to the Jewish quarter on their own time, just for fun?
Maybe he was visiting a girl or something.
Alright, come on.
It's a wasted visit. He did not pass my station. You have my word.
- This is all very strange. - I agree.
I assume that you've asked around, investigated.
There's nothing to investigate. I was here
And we didn't see a Feldgendarm. As I said.
- Um, I was on duty... - Do you think we're complete idiots?
Huh?
The missing Feldgendarm was given orders
for which he first was to receive a police escort.
And this police station was the one directly on his route.
- Look in the logbook. - Yes, I'll get it.
And what does his colleague say?
Because they have to patrol in pairs, right?
Or was he maybe involved in something?
- What are you implying? - It's alright.
It was a joke. Humour.
There's nothing in the book.
The way Jean looked at us...
He saw us. He saw us with that Feldgendarm.
Calm down.
Jean insists that the guy was never here. You heard that, didn't you?
What if they come to question us?
Huh?
Then we say the same thing as Jean.
- What if someone else saw us? - There was no one else, was there?
Come with me. I have a present for you.
Ah, these two.
Good.
Gentlemen, I require, please, an urgent a transport escort. Communists.
Get out!
So, who's hungry then?
NOTHING FOR HITLER OUR FOOD IS FOR US!
Eat.
Communist swine will eat anything.
I want to give all those present one last opportunity.
Can anyone tell me what happened to the missing Feldgendarm?
Nobody?
Give me a number.
Between one and eight.
Come on.
Three.
One...
two...
three.
The Feldgendarm. Who knows something?
Get down.
One, two, three.
For every German soldier that gets hurt, a large number of you will pay the price.
However...
here you've got off lightly.
You're going on a journey
to the communist paradise.
Bloody hell.
Yes?
Sorry for disturbing you, Mr. Verschaffel. It's Jozef.
- Can we come in? It's urgent. - Yes.
I would never bother you this light, Mr. Verschaffel. My apologies.
- But you said if there was a problem... - Of course, of course.
I always thought you become an artist one day.
Do you still draw, Wilfried?
I paint too. Look, self-portraits. But you must be much better than me by now.
I'm certain of it. With your talent, you'll surpass everyone.
I've brought you something. A herring. If I can just tell you, Mr. Verschaffel.
- Did the Jews run away? - Yes. Here we are. It happened here.
You really were alone?
Yes, just me. It was my first shift. I don't know anyone yet.
And it was an accident. You're sure of that 100 percent?
- I swear. He slipped in the mud. - Ah.
Alright, let's take a look.
The hole was the only place we could... that I could think of quickly.
You think that was a mistake?
Yes. You should've...
Wil. What...
He's gone.
He was here, I swear.
The Germans have already found the body. Oh, Wil.
Oh...
Come here, the both of you.
Listen carefully. Should this ever come out,
it'll be the wall.
What's more, what you've just done here, by telling me about it,
that makes me an accomplice.
You understand?
Anyway, I'll do my best to sort it out with my friend Gregor. But...
of course, I'll need something in return.
- We don't have a lot of money. - Who's talking about money?
Your son is a very talented painter. That can be useful.
Also, is he not now on the police?
That can be even more useful, no? For me, and my friend Gregor.
We understand each other?
- Yes. - Are we agreed?
- Yes. - We understand each other, right?
The body is gone.
Did you go back?
It's disappeared.
You haven't told anybody, have you?
You?
No.
And the Jews? Did they get them?
They're still on the run.
Who said that?
Who told you that Wil?
Just me.
Think it through.
It's a dead Feldgendarm.
Everyone is looking for him.
Our lives are at stake here.
- Wil saved mine. - How long have you known him?
How long did he train for? I want to know who this Wil is.
Where he lives, his parents.
And I want him to know that he's being watched.
Thanks a lot for the invitation.
- You've won a lot of prizes. - They're not mine, they're the animals'.
Wil, give me your coat.
Go through.
- Madam. - Maria.
I hope you're hungry.
Hello.
Yvette, this is Wilfried. People call him Wils.
He's a friend of Lode's.
Please, call me Wil.
You are different to how I imagined.
Wils.
Son of the hairdresser on Rotterdamstraat?
No, unrelated. My father works at the Town Hall.
- Town Hall? - Yes.
Do you speak German at home?
A little. Like everyone else. Ausweis, bitte, Kartoffeln...
Enough of that. Go on, have a seat. You shit your pants?
- No. - Father.
Papa?
Enough.
Do you have a radio at home?
- What stations do you listen to? - He's always butchering people.
I'm curious about everyone I meet, right? I ask all my customers.
Go on, tell me, what stations do you listen to at home?
There isn't much on the radio.
What should I listen to?
You are here as right now we don't trust you.
Our lives are in your hands.
And we do not trust you.
- Your father works at the Town Hall. - Yes.
That does you no favours at all.
Who did you tell anyone you killed that Feldgendarm?
I told nobody.
How do we know that?
How do I know you all can be trusted?
We're all in the same boat.
We couldn't help it.
Lode, hey.
If you betray him, I'll slit your throat.
Here it is, Wilfried. Look at this palace.
You see, I took it over from a Jew who had to leave urgently.
I'll take care of it, as a favour to that man.
And what if he comes back?
Don't worry about that. My friend Gregor says he won't be coming back, I'm certain.
But look at this, Wilfried. In this space, we can paint as much as we want.
Honestly, fear not. The Jew won't be back. I have it on good authority.
- Do you understand? - I think so.
Let me show you something. Do you know what's important these days?
Knowledge. Knowledge and ideals.
I, for one, am an idealist.
Four years before the war, I was already keeping my eyes open
watching the port and relaying information to my friend Gregor. And that's knowledge.
I gave him information, and every month they paid me 1,000 francs for four years.
- They were involved that long ago? - Oh, everyone was asleep.
Listen, I see an idealist in you, my boy.
- Me, an idealist? - Yes, they're the best.
Idealists who don't even know they're idealists.
And with you, there's the added fact, look you here, that you're an artist.
You have skill. Art, my friend, is struggle.
You understand?
I feel that through history we've allowed the Jewish nation to degrade our art.
And one day, when you're a celebrated artist in a country freed of the Jews,
then I'll say that I discovered you.
Yes?
They are cunning, cowardly and cruel, and appear in massive hordes.
They represent the element of insidious, subterranean destruction among animals.
No different than the Jews among men.
Sidelocks and beard, cap and caftan characterise the Eastern Jew for everyone.
If he takes them off, only people with a sharper eye recognise his racial origin.
His homeland is Asia.
From there, he migrates in crowds via Russia and the Balkan countries to Europe.
Sieg heil! Sieg heil!
The Israelites are a poison among us.
Enough? How long must we suffer this cancer?
Are we a nation that weak and sick?
- No! - Or is this nation filled with men?
- Yes! - With lions!
A country that ignores its beating heart can never be worthy of nationhood.
An Aryan who stands there
looking on while his blood and soil are being defiled
isn't worthy of being an Aryan.
Stand up! Jews out right now!
Jews out! Jews out! Jews out!
To the synagogue!
A mob is heading to the synagogue. It's going to be carnage.
Everyone, come now!
Now you're not so tough, are you? Hey, now you're not so tough, are you?
No! Help me!
Stop it! They're here! They're coming!
Come on!
So? Are you watching football?
For fuck's sake!
Are you winning?
Don't you dare say you weren't here! Now move your asses!
All of you, go! Goddam! All of you! Fuck off!
Hey!
Wilfried. Dear boy.
Where did you go? You only missed the beginning of our dream.
It was fantastic.
It was fantastic, my boy.
It was fantastic! Where have you been? Huh?
Yes, yes, it was fantastic!
Who's that? A new friend of yours, huh?
Mmm?
Not here.
I got to show you something. Come.
Lode, calm down! It's not what you think.
- Calm down. - Asshole!
- Will you calm down? - Asshole.
Come with me. I have to show you something. Come.
Ah, you brought your friend.
Thanks for all that you've done.
I let them hide in the electric cabin and then I brought them here.
- How is she? - She still hasn't said a word.
- Did you bring any eggs? - Sorry, I didn't bring food with me.
Here. Ask them to throw this out.
Thank you.
Now I want to know what happened to the body.
We threw him in the Willem dock.
We?
With Yvette?
Friends.
White Brigade?
Friends,
we are all scared.
No one should be ashamed of that.
What we do here is vital.
Yes. Even though
most probably not one of us will be remembered for it.
Anyway, that's not why we do it.
Our sacrifices are...
needed. And so are our fears, huh? There.
And in the meantime, many are taken from us.
And what do we do?
We cut a few cables.
We paint some slogans on walls.
Really, we're a bunch of children harassing the Germans a little
instead of finding ways to fight them.
We know that there are raids coming.
We know that.
We don't know when, and we also don't know by whom
or where, we have no idea at all. We don't know anything.
So, I want to know...
Can we do more?
Are we able to save lives?
Em...
We're all pleased to see you.
Go on through then.
I've come for some meat.
- Perhaps I was wrong about you. - Oh?
Who are you really, Wil?
I'm happy I'm not the chicken.
Huh.
Well, chicken, can you dance?
- Huh? - Can you dance?
Oh!
Wils.
Here. There's no pork in there.
There's a hard-boiled egg.
Huh.
Ah, Fred Astaire.
Be careful, with Yvette.
I'm really not like that, I assure you.
I don't mean you, I mean her.
Be careful.
She'll hurt you.
One, two, three...
Thank you.
- I'm here for the brooms. - Which ones?
- The red ones. - They're upstairs.
I've told them.
Is this the man who you told us about, Bianca?
Mm-hm.
You have to choose a code name. I'm Valentino.
Angelo.
- Huh? - Angelo is a good name for you.
Welcome, Angelo.
It seems that you get along well with those bastards from the café.
Yeah, well...
That's good. There's nothing wrong with that.
If you hear anything about any raids, for example, then feel free to tell us.
But be careful, it's a dangerous game with that lot.
But get close to them.
Where was I? Oh, yeah, so I tell that Jew:
"This is my time. And yours is over. You understand?"
Put that thing back in your pocket, Mr. Verschaffel. Three gins?
- Yes. - A pint for me. I can't handle hot liquor.
A pint for our artist. And one for Sus as well.
- Hello, Mr. Verschaffel. - Sus, a poet. Another discovery of mine.
Sus, for me, is the new Paul van Ostaijen.
I mean that. I'm not exaggerating.
- Come, sit with us. - Forget it.
Go and sit over there, scrounger. He can shove his rhymes up his ass.
- Wilfried, this is Jenny. - An honour.
- Pleasure. - The boss.
I'm the flame in his cigar.
- Come on, Jenny. - That's not a lie, is it, Felix?
Felix has promised to secure a cigar shop for me.
That's what he said. Someday, when I have grey hair.
- Patience, my dear. That shop will happen. - The next raid. I've waited long enough.
Women are expensive. Cost you a fortune.
Come here, let me take a look at you.
- Omer? - Yes?
- I believe you know Wilfried. - Ah, the painter.
Wilfried, this is Omer Verschueren. A notary.
Why don't you ask Wilfried to paint you a portrait?
- You do portraits, don't you? - No. They're really very tricky.
- Yes, but not of my face. - Will you make it?
Irma, a double shot for Mr. Vingerhoets.
Come and join us, Edouard.
What's this traitor doing here? Who brought him along?
- Does it matter? - What has this lad done to you?
Hey, sit, he's one of ours. This lad is with us. So, what's the problem?
Huh.
Thanks, Irma.
In our march on the synagogue, this idiot gave the alarm.
He couldn't run fast enough to the station to snitch.
There could have been an accident. It's my duty to report it.
Ah, enough, Edouard, the boy was just doing what he thought was...
You are wrong! And you're defending him now?
Huh?
How long has he worked for the police? He knows nothing.
Really?
What about you, Verschaffel, hmm?
Maybe it was you who sent him back to sabotage us.
- Edouard. - Calm down.
You shut your mouth.
Watch what you're saying.
We'll see what Gregor has to say.
My friend Gregor will laugh at you. Say no more.
- He's a traitor. - Say no more!
- Gentlemen. - Say no more!
Felix, calm down. Be careful with what you tell Gregor.
Gregor is an odd one, Felix.
No one sent me to the station, certainly not Mr. Verschaffel.
Ah, I admit, I should have prepared Wilfried more for what could happen.
It's He has a poetic soul, he didn't know any better.
With his dirty sketches. He's a "Poetic soul."
If someone shouldn't talk about dirty, it's you, Mr. Dirty Finger.
Unbelievable, why do they keep calling him Finger, with that nose.
That says it all. Or shall we tell them who you really are? Are you kidding me?
Come on! Everyone, drink!
To the naivety of youngsters! May they do a lot of stupid things.
Drink to the stupidity of youth!
- Now we'll shoot. - Cover your ears.
Don't do it.
For fuck's sake! Go do that outside!
- I have to get going. - Alright.
Pour me another.
This is an address book. It was hidden in a vase.
Here. Gregor Schnabel, Chief Secretary, Secret Field Police.
Two telephone numbers.
"My friend Gregor." Are those his German contacts?
- Yes, but there are also some local names. - Are they known collaborators?
Yes, many people we know, but a few surprises here.
You cosying up with Beard Man wasn't so bad after all.
Here. Title deeds for seven houses in the Jewish quarter.
This is more than seven houses.
All for next to nothing. And all from Omer Verschueren.
There are more.
A cigar shop.
He promised a cigar shop to Jenny.
- Rijfstraat. - Is that one among those deeds?
- Here. - No.
She hasn't got her shop yet.
After the next raid, he said.
We have to continue looking, ehm.
Here, wait.
Did you leave the lights on again? You do that every time.
You're trying to get me drunk.
Ready, my dear.
Put some music, come on.
Wait.
- Hey, ho! - Ah, yes!
Come on, Will, come on! Yeehaa! Giddy up! Faster!
- You're heavy. - This is fun.
Let me catch my breath.
No, no, wait, keep going. Please.
Come on, come here!
Come, Wil. Let's go, boy.
Ah, our deputy. Congratulations. I'm very happy for you, Finger.
Did everyone understand the orders?
Close off the streets, let no one in or out, and that's all.
And what they do is not your concern.
The Jews have obviously been warned.
What?
Fuck.
They had lots of warning.
That means it is a rat.
My unit only received their orders a little over an hour ago.
Apart from that,
not one word of the plan was mentioned.
There were only three people who knew of this, me, Felix Verschaffel, and you.
I'll find the rat and deliver him to you.
Yes, for your sake, I hope so.
Don't disappoint me again.
We're going out.
Come here, my godson.
- Are you two together? - That's Yvette.
- Yvette, this is Aunt Emma. - Hello.
You're a pretty young thing.
Come, I want you to meet someone. Aren't you thirsty?
Come on, Wil, let's get a drink.
Darling.
This is my nephew Wilfried, and his friend Yvette.
So delighted. If you would do me the honour and join me on the sofa.
We know each other.
Your hair is gorgeous. Tell Aunt Emma your secret.
This is really an incredible coincidence, isn't it?
Would you care for Champagne? Schnapps? No?
What's the matter? You seem a bit tense.
Forgive me, I don't want to embarrass you.
I am and remain your occupier and I apologise for that,
but I am not your enemy.
And it wasn't my intention,
but your wonderful Aunt Emma and I have just fell head over heels in love.
This woman just drives me crazy.
And so, if you ever find yourself in difficulties of any sort...
A representative of the Antwerp police force. There you go.
No schnapps for me.
Oh?
Now...
One, two, three... Bottom's up!
They're real athletes these Antwerp policemen.
Wil, shall we dance?
You're among friends here. And if you're one of us, you drink.
If you don't, it is no good. Sorry, it may sound a bit boorish to you,
but it's simple when you're among soldiers.
If you drink, then you're a comrade.
Whoever doesn't drink, is a fucking milk rat. And I hate milk rats!
Drink something, please. You're so incredibly tense.
A milk rat!
Hold on...
Gregor, you're being awful to the young lad.
Angel, that is not a young lad.
That is an excellent man.
- That is good. Very, very good. - Now we're really getting started.
One, two, three... Bottom's up.
One, two, three...
Bottom's up!
Stop it, Wil.
Wil?
How are things at work? All good?
Your aunt told me a wild story about your first day at the police.
You came home in the middle of the night with your uniform all covered in mud,
and that of your colleague too, I suppose.
And I said to your auntie that I cannot wait to hear your side.
Can I hear it?
I'm sure it's very amusing.
Hilarious even.
I need to piss.
Wil...
Wil? Wil!
Wil!
Look who's here.
- Fuck off. - With your little pee-pee.
You're pissing me off. I'm not going to ask again. Fuck off!
"Fuck off, fuck off." You got a big mouth.
You have a big mouth, lad,
but you're like a little puppet, a play thing for Verschaffel.
Wil. Wil! Stop it, Wil!
Wil!
Well? Are you proud of what you've done? Do you have a death wish?
He's able to talk.
- Explain what you did. - Emma said you were provoking SS soldiers.
Don't you remember? Let me tell you.
You were blind drunk and you put him in the hospital!
He's a friend of Mr. Verschaffel!
Don't talk to me about Verschaffel.
- Don't you realise we're in his debt? - No!
I know you kiss his arse and he now expects me to do it too.
- You ungrateful dog. - Come on!
Show your father respect!
Emma said it was disgusting and that beat the living hell out of him!
BUTCHER'S SHOP FRANS METDEPENNINGEN
You don't remember what you said.
Yes or no?
You,
in front of all those Germans...
yelled that you'd throw Sus in the Willem dock
and that there was still room next to that dead policeman.
If they start dredging that, we'll hang,
all of us.
It's possible they didn't understand your babbling.
- But they may piece it all together. - Jean could work it out.
He saw us with that Feldgendarm.
They have us.
- We have to go into hiding. - I've had enough. This'll get us nowhere.
Lode, get in uniform and go to work. And you too.
Quickly.
Come on, Maurice, pull yourself together.
Pull yourself together, I said. Come on.
You weren't there for me.
Hey, you! Come with me.
Get in.
Ah! There he is, the man of the hour.
The wild beast. The biggest drinker in Antwerp.
Did you sleep well? Hungover?
Don't just stand there, come on up. Come here.
How well do you know your local history?
Did you know that the Willem dock was commissioned in 1803 by Napoleon,
but not put into operation until ten years later? Know that?
And did you also know that it isn't as deep as one might expect?
Only six metres. No current.
Why am I telling you this? I want to show you something.
Ehm...
Well, we found this in the jacket of a murdered Feldgendarm.
They are his orders.
See here, he was on his way to arrest work refusers.
And you know the protocol. He must first request a police escort. Come here.
From your police station. Do you know anything about it?
Why did you stop? Come with me.
And I'd like to show you something else, if I may.
Do you know how disappointing it is for me that this body was found?
The murder case was closed. There was retribution.
The communists punished.
And yet I have to start the investigation all over again.
So be it, that's my part in this story.
I don't know yet what your part in this is.
Maybe you do?
This way.
Ah!
Our milkman.
Take a seat.
Your colleague still denies
that the murdered Feldgendarm presented himself at your station.
Do you believe him?
Hmm?
We don't.
The Feldgendarm was seen on the way to your station.
I didn't see him come by.
Hm.
At your station, nobody saw him alive.
But you knew
that his body was in the Willem dock.
Uhm, I was drunk.
And yet, your instructions were correct. How come?
- I heard it. - Heard it. Good. From whom?
From him?
Is there anything you would like to say?
No?
Come here.
Who saw the Feldgendarm? You or him?
Or the both of you?
Jean did nothing wrong.
Well, it's good to see you protect each other. Trust me, it has value.
- I'm not protecting him. - It doesn't matter if he did it or not.
We wanted rid of him anyway and this was a welcome pretext.
We know that many police officers have joined the Resistance.
The men of the White Brigade. Have you come into contact with these people?
Please don't lie about this.
- I'm not lying. - Huh!
I am not entirely convinced. But I am prepared to continue playing along.
Huh?
Your friend...
Yvette.
Right?
She really is a...
very lovely girl.
A knockout on the dance floor.
I heard she's the sister of your colleague Metdepenningen.
Does he, perhaps, know what happened with regard to the Feldgendarm?
I like you. Huh?
I think.
And I'm trying to help you.
You have a nice family.
You have a lovely girlfriend.
And if you and her want to have a future,
then it's time that you took sides.
As you all know, Jean has been arrested.
All I know is that he went looking for trouble.
Just as right.
If you're against authority, you shouldn't be in the force.
You mean he wasn't black enough.
Anyway...
If someone here can exonerate Jean,
or the opposite,
then now is the time to speak up.
Why don't you sit down? There. Just there.
There he is.
The prodigal son.
You know that parable.
- Mr. Versch... - Let me be honest with you.
Our side
is winning.
My time wins.
And you? You betrayed yourself and you betrayed me.
Do you know that I treated you like a son?
Do you see? No.
You don't understand at all.
Here's one last chance.
A real opportunity for a real opportunist, here.
Here is your last chance to better your life.
You kill these rats.
Kill this rat in front of me. Kill that Jew,
that stinking filthy rat, for me. Now I say, just do it! They're mine!
Dance.
Guys, we're going to climb mountains.
This person was pulled from the train to Brussels.
He had a Belgian passport, a pretty good forgery,
but he was circumcised.
A Jew.
His real name was Lizke.
This way.
By chance, we had just arrested the forger.
It took him less than a minute to betray the person who had employed him.
Huh.
Do you happen to know someone
called Valentino?
Or who is known as Valentino? No?
And what about Bianca?
Still no.
And Angelo?
Angelo.
Get me out of here.
Angelo?
Get me out of here.
- He doesn't know what he's saying. - Stop insulting my intelligence.
You are Angelo.
The butcher's son is Valentino.
And Bianca, I've seen her dancing, right?
- What do you want from me? - Let me explain.
I'll make sure that you, your beloved, and your family survive this.
But you have to help me. Understood? How does that sound? What do you think?
Did you really think that I was actually interested in your aunt?
Did you think I didn't know you were hiding those Jews in that cellar?
Just like I predicted, everything is sewn up.
You want to save your life and the lives of your loved ones.
That makes you a real man.
Who knows what it is to fully commit.
Who knows what it takes to protect someone and you've got to get your fingers dirty.
And when you understand that,
then one day, you can look in the mirror and see a real man in there.
But it is your choice.
And so...
what will you do?
You're still alive.
Lizke is dead.
Myriam is dead.
The little girl as well.
They have the Professor.
The Germans know it all.
They beat the Professor and he gave it up.
It's done. Finished.
Yeah, well...
But we can survive this.
Gregor wants me to give you and the whole of the Resistance
false information.
There's a raid on Saturday.
And he wants us to pass on the wrong hood to the Jews.
We have to know where the raid will really happen.
I already know
the right address.
But if I tell you what it is, then we'll die.
Give the address.
I could never ever forgive myself.
Can you see?
Give the address.
Then we'll just die.
I felt that I had to give you both the choice.
Because you can't do it.
This is about survival.
Conscience is a luxury.
Is that what you'll tell your child?
Cause
I won't.
I'd rather die.
Give me the address.
Pelikaanstraat.
Yvette.
Stay here.
Let her go.
We will survive.
We're going to survive this.
- It's Pelikaanstraat. - I was told Terliststraat.
No. That's what they want us to think, but it's Pelikaanstraat.
- Someone leaked it to the Professor. - We got it from the Secret Police .
Gregor Schnabel himself.
Make sure the Jews know, for God's sake.
I don't want this.
Me neither. And then?
Change of plans. The Germans aren't coming.
It's been agreed with the mayor's office. Our orders are to take over the operation.
And the raid will be moved to the Terliststraat.
We pull the Jews from their houses and throw them on the truck. Is that clear?
One more thing.
With no Germans present the Jews won't be very compliant.
We'll see about that.
That's right, Gust. They'd better not give us a hard time.
Don't let them push you around. Understood? Dismissed.
If we do this,
we will have to carry on doing this.
And if we don't...
what then?
Come.
All the Jews on the truck! Faster!
- Faster! - Get out. Hurry up.
Outside. Come on. In the truck.
- Let's grab those rats. - Come on!
Come quietly. Don't make it difficult.
Come on, man. Pull up your trousers.
Come on. Come with me, damn you.
Wils, Metdepenningen, what the fuck are you gawking at?
You two, move it.
Get the Jews on the truck!
What is wrong with you? You're a coward.
Hey, Wils. Look at this. Goddammit.
This is worth a sketch, huh? Come on.
Move it! If you don't do your part, I'll throw you both under the truck.
To the truck. Come on!
I've had enough of this!
I can't do it! Get your hands off me! Don't touch me!
Move!
Come on, get up there!
- No. - Get on!
Good Wil. There are more rats upstairs.
Come on. Come on!
You have to go upstairs.
I can't do this.
I can't do this. I just can't do this.
I can't do it. I can't do it.
- Gaston, put those kids on the truck. - I can't!
I told you to put them on the truck!
Come on.
Here, take the little one. Do you have him?
No, leave them here. Leave them here, please. Please.
You coward!
Shut up! Get on the truck!
In the truck.
- Take the little one. - On the truck!
The children as well! On the truck!
There's plenty of room. Get in!
Get in!
Hey! Push them in the truck. There's plenty of room. Come on!
Wil, where are you going?! Traitor!
Yvette?
Yvette!
Yvette.
And afterwards, people kept their mouths shut.
And yesterday immediately became history.
Because you have to move on. That's what they said.
There's no other way.
And it's true.
There is no other way.