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They say history is important.
In school I had to learn dates and names by heart.
Because that, they said, that's history.
The year of some battle.
The date some bastard, who as a leader did unspeakable things for years, died.
You name it.
But nobody knows what history really is.
Do you understand me?
No.
You'll have to see it with your own eyes.
People say, "Wow, you survived the war. Being a cop no less, respect."
Others say, "You scumbag, you should have done this, or that.
Why did you let that happen?"
You know what it is?
People always judge.
Always after the fact.
But when you're in the middle of it,
when you don't know what tomorrow will bring,
and nobody does, not you, nor I,
then you don't know shit.
Welcome to the Antwerp police force.
You are the mediators between our people and the Germans.
Your uniform commands respect, so keep it clean. And yourselves as well.
You always run everything by your superiors first.
And you follow their orders to the letter, of course.
Alright?
There, that was the official part.
Now off the record. Clément, close the door.
Men, know that when you hit the streets tomorrow,
your extensive, two-and-a-half-week training
is going to be completely useless.
Totally, utterly useless.
Because there's only one thing you need to remember.
Just one.
I saw two bears buttering their bread
What a wondrous thing
Sing along. It was a wonder
Come on, sing along, guys. A great big wonder
Come on, everyone. That those bears could butter like that
Everyone. Dieter.
I was standing there and looked at it
Did you hear that? "I was standing there and looked at it?"
That's the thing you need to remember.
You stand there and you just watch.
- How big is your Aunt Alice's arse? - Easily something like this, I'd say.
Perfect as a shelf.
Wait, because here it comes. Aunt Alice bends over and while she's doing that,
she looks me straight in the eye. And she keeps staring.
She stands there just like this.
You get that?
That's a big arse.
Is that her?
Three francs for a drawing.
Recruits!
There are people who refuse to work at this address. They must be arrested.
Take me there.
- Shouldn't they always work in pairs? - I thought so too.
What's with the talking?
Hurry up.
It does look like an order.
You're a funny one.
What are you waiting for?
- Let's go. - There you go.
ANTWERP, 1942
Chaim Lizke?
- Yes. - You're coming with us.
Me? What for? Gentlemen, there must be a mistake.
Now.
- Can I see your warrant? - I don't show Jews the warrant.
I understand. You want money. You'd better come in then.
Come on in.
Nobody leaves this house.
Where's the money?
Here. Follow me. It's in here.
Let me through. I want to leave her with the neighbours.
Please.
- Jeanne, can she stay with you, please? - Myriam.
- I'll come back as soon as I can. Yes? - Of course. Come.
Don't be scared. I'll be back soon.
Come on, sweetheart.
No.
- Mummy. Let me go! - Calm down. Quiet.
- Mummy! - Please, calm down.
I don't have all day, old man.
Hold on. Wait, please. Please. I know... I know...
I've had enough of your games.
Do you hear me? Or I'll shoot you all right now.
Understood?
We're decent people. I know where the money is.
- Right, now you remember. - Yes.
Please.
- No more games! - Please.
Out! Out!
NOTHING FOR HITLER OUR FOOD IS FOR US!
Shit. My pills. Nobody move.
Stop!
Stop her, you idiots!
Shit!
You stupid pig!
You fool. Let go!
Let me go!
Let me go! Mummy!
What are you doing? Dirty Jew lover!
Mummy!
- Look what you've done now! - Please, no.
- Dirty Jew lover! - Please!
Look what you've done.
Daddy.
Wilfried?
This isn't a dovecote.
You make money now, but that doesn't mean you can do whatever you want.
What happened to you?
- Come on, you have to leave. - Lode?
Where have you been all night?
Come here, brother. What happened?
- An SS officer, they say. - No, you fool, a Feldgendarm.
The guys with those iron plates around their necks.
- Anyway, it seems he disappeared here. - How so, here?
- In this neighbourhood. Sixth district. - On shift or off duty?
Well, think about it. Hurry up, guys, sign in.
Idiots. Who would go to the Jewish quarter on their own time, just for fun?
Well, maybe he was visiting a girl or something.
Come on.
It's a very, very, very charming story indeed.
- I find it all very bizarre. - Right.
I assume you've asked around a little.
There's nothing to ask. I was here
and we didn't see a Feldgendarm. That's what I told you.
- He says that we didn't... - Do you think we're complete idiots?
The missing Feldgendarm was given orders
for which he was to receive a police escort first.
And this police station was right on his route.
- Get the logbook. - Yes, I'll get the...
And what does his colleague say?
Because they always have to patrol in pairs, don't they?
Or was he doing something his colleagues couldn't know about?
- Translate. - No need.
It was a joke, right? 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?
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.
Ah, those two.
Good.
Gentlemen, please, I urgently require a transport escort. Communists.
Get out!
You want something to eat?
NOTHING FOR HITLER OUR FOOD IS FOR US!
Eat.
Communist pigs will eat anything.
I want to give all those present one more chance.
Can anyone tell me what happened to the 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, many of you will have to pay.
However...
you are in luck.
You're going on a journey
to the communist paradise.
Bloody hell.
Yes?
Sorry for disturbing you, Mr. Verschaffel. It's Jozef.
- Can we ask you something? It's urgent. - Sure.
I would never bother you at this time of day. Again my apologies.
- But you said if there was a problem... - Of course.
I've always thought you would become a great artist.
Do you still draw, Wilfried?
I paint too. Look, self-portraits. But surely you've surpassed all of us.
I'm sure of it. With that talent of yours, you'll surpass everyone.
I've brought you something. A herring. Here's what this is about.
- And those Jews ran away? - Yes. Here it is. It happened right here.
You really were all alone?
Yes, it was just me. It was my first day. I don't know anyone there.
It was an accident. You're 100 percent sure of that, right?
I swear. He slipped in the mud.
Okay, let's have a look.
The manhole was the only place we could... I could think of quickly. You understand?
A blunder, I guess?
Wil.
He's gone.
He was here, I swear.
The Germans have already found the body. Oh, Wil.
Come here, the both of you.
Listen carefully. If this comes out,
you'll end up against the wall.
Besides, what you've just done here, telling me everything,
that makes me an accomplice.
Do you understand?
Still, I'll do my best to sort something out with my Freund Gregor. But...
of course, I'll want something in return.
- We don't have a lot of money. - Who said anything about money?
Your son is a very talented painter. That can be useful.
Besides, he's on the police force.
That could be even more useful. For me, and my Freund Gregor.
Do we understand each other?
- Yes. - Agreed.
- Yes, mister. - Yes, we understand each other.
The body was gone.
Did you go back?
The body was gone.
You didn't tell anyone, right?
You?
No.
And those Jews? Did they get them?
Still on the run, apparently.
Says who?
Where did you hear that?
Keep thinking.
It's a dead Feldgendarm.
Everyone is looking for him.
Our lives depend on it.
- Wil saved me. - How long have you known him?
How long does that training take? I want to know who this Wil is.
Where he lives, who his parents are.
And I want him to know that he's being watched.
Thanks for the invite.
- And congratulations on the prizes. - They're not mine, they're the animals'.
Give me your coat.
Go on in.
- Ma'am. - Maria.
I hope you're hungry.
Hello.
Yvette, this is Wilfried. People call him Wils.
He's a friend of Lode's.
Most people call me Wil.
I imagined you very differently.
Wils.
From the hairdresser on Rotterdamstraat?
No, we're not related. My father works at City Hall.
City Hall?
Do you speak German at home?
A few words. Like everyone, I suppose. Ausweis, bitte, Kartoffeln...
Whatever. Sit down. Or did you shit your pants?
Father.
Dad?
That's enough.
Do you have a radio at home?
- What stations do you listen to? - He always grills people.
I'm curious about everyone, boy. I ask all my customers those questions.
Go on, what stations do you listen to at home?
There isn't much on the radio.
Can you recommend something?
The only reason you're here is because we don't trust you.
Our lives are in your hands.
And we don't trust you.
- So your father works at City Hall. - Yes.
That doesn't really work in your favour.
Who did you tell you killed that Feldgendarm?
I told no one.
How can we be sure of that?
How do I know you can be trusted?
We're all in the same boat.
We couldn't help it.
Lode...
If you betray him, I'll slit your throat.
Here it is, Wilfried. Look at this palace.
I have this house by courtesy of a Jew who had to leave urgently.
But I'm taking care of it, as a favour to that man.
And if he comes back?
Don't worry about that. My Freund Gregor says this man won't be back any time soon.
But look at this, Wilfried. In this space, we can paint as much as we want.
Don't you worry. That Jew won't be back. Certain people know more than others.
- Do you understand? - I think so.
I have to show you something. Do you know what's important these days?
Knowledge. Knowledge and ideals.
I, for example, am an idealist.
Since four years before the war, I've been checking on what's going on in the port
and reporting it back to my Freund Gregor. And that's knowledge.
I gave him information, and I received 1,000 francs a month, for four years.
- Were they already involved back then? - Everyone was asleep.
Mind you, I see an idealist in you too, dear friend.
- An idealist, in me? - Yes, those are the best.
Idealists who don't know they're idealists.
And with you, there's the added fact that you're an artist.
You have to paint. Art, my friend, is a struggle.
Do you understand?
We have allowed our art to be degenerated by the Jews for far too long.
And when you've become a celebrated artist in a country free of Jews,
I'll be able to say I discovered you.
Come on.
They are cunning, cowardly and cruel, and usually 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.
The Israelites are a poison, my friends.
How long? How much longer are we going to have to swallow this poison?
Are we a nation that swallows and submits?
Or are we a nation of lions?
Of lions!
A nation that denies its own national character isn't worthy of nationhood.
An Aryan who stands there watching
while his blood and soil are being defiled
isn't worthy of being an Aryan.
That's why I say: Jews out!
Jews out! Jews out! Jews out!
To the synagogue!
Throw them out! Throw them out! Throw them out!
A big group is heading to the synagogue. This is going to end in tragedy.
Everyone, come with me!
Now you're not so tough, are you? Hey, now you're not so tough, are you?
Would you rather I put something in it?
Stop it, guys! They're here! Stop it! They're coming!
And? Are you watching football?
For fuck's sake!
Is there a prize to be won?!
Don't say you didn't see anything, goddammit! Everyone, go home!
Everyone, go home, goddammit! Cowards!
Wilfried. My dear friend.
Where did you disappear to? You missed the best part, goddammit.
It was fantastic.
Fantastic, my friend.
It was fantastic! You should have been there!
Yes, yes, it's done! Mama, it's done!
What's going on? Made some new friends?
Not here.
I have to show you something.
Lode, calm down! It's not what you think.
- Calm down. - Collaborator!
- Will you be calm? - Collaborator.
I have to show you something. Come.
You brought your friend.
Thanks for everything you've done for us.
I hid them in the electrical enclosure and then I brought them here.
- How is she? - She still hasn't said a word.
- Did you bring any eggs? - No, I didn't bring food with me.
Here. Ask them to throw this out.
Thanks.
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 is important.
Even though there's a chance none of us will be remembered.
Anyway, that's not why we do it.
Our sacrifices are...
a necessity. And so are our fears. That's it.
In the meantime, people are being taken away.
And what do we do?
We cut wires.
We paint some slogans on walls.
Actually, we're a bunch of kids harassing the Germans a little
instead of fighting them for real.
We know there will be raids.
We know that.
We don't know when, we don't know who will be involved,
and we absolutely don't know where. In fact, we know nothing.
But I'm asking you...
Are we going to make a difference?
Are we going to save lives?
We're happy to see you.
Go ahead.
I'm here for some meat.
Maybe I was wrong about you.
Who are you, Wil?
I'm happy I'm not the chicken, anyway.
Tell me, chicken, can you dance?
Can you dance?
Wils.
Here. It's not pork.
And a hard-boiled egg.
Ah, Fred Astaire.
Be careful, with Yvette.
Do I give such a bad impression?
I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about her.
Be careful.
She'll hurt you.
Thank you.
Years of childhood Sweet years of childhood
Forever you will stay in my memory
Whenever I think of those years
My heart sinks and I feel sad
Oh, how quickly did I become old
In my mind still stands the little house
Where I was born, where I grew up
There I see my cradle
It still stands at its place
All that is faded away like a dream
- I'm here for the brooms. - Which ones?
- The red ones. - That's upstairs.
They've been informed.
Is this the man you told us about, Bianca?
You have to choose a code name. I'm Valentino.
Angelo.
Angelo is a good name for you.
Welcome, Angelo.
I hear you get along really well with those collaborators at the café.
Well...
That's good. There's nothing wrong with that.
If you hear anything about any raids, for example, feel free to come to us.
But be careful, it's a dangerous game with those men.
But go ahead and get close to them.
Where was I? Oh, right, so I say to that Jew:
"This is my time. And yours is over. Do you understand?"
Put that thing back in your pants, Mr. Verschaffel. Three gins?
- Yes. - A beer for me. I can't hold my liquor.
A beer for our artist. And something for Sus as well.
- Hello, Mr. Verschaffel. - Sus, a poet. Another discovery of mine.
Sus, for me, is the new Paul van Ostaijen.
I'm not exaggerating.
- Come sit with us. - Forget it.
Go and sit over there, scrounger. He's a poet that doesn't move his arse.
- Wilfried, this is Jenny. - Pleasure.
- Likewise. - The boss.
I'm the flame in his cigar.
- Come on, Jenny. - That's not a lie, is it, Felix?
Felix is going to arrange a cigar shop for me.
That's what he said. Someday, when I'm grey.
- Patience, my dear. That shop will happen. - The next raid. You promised.
She's expensive. A woman costs 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. Notary.
Why don't you ask Wilfried to paint your portrait?
- Do you also paint portraits? - I do. They're the hardest, though.
- A gin for me. - Wilfried...
Irma, a double shot of gin for Mr. Vingerhoets.
Come and join us, Eduard.
What's that traitor doing here? Who brought him in here?
- Does it matter? - What has the boy done wrong?
Listen, he's one of us. This lad is one of ours. What the hell?
Thanks, Irma.
During our march on the synagogue, this traitor gave the alarm.
He couldn't run to the station fast enough to snitch.
I feared accidents would happen. I thought I needed to report it.
Come on, Eduard, the boy was just doing what he thought was his duty.
Duty, my arse! Are you defending him?
How long has he worked for the police? He doesn't know anything yet.
He doesn't?
And how about you, Verschaffel?
Maybe you sent him to the station to sabotage us.
- Come on, Eduard. - Calm down a little.
Watch your mouth, man.
Watch your mouth.
We'll see what Gregor has to say.
My Freund Gregor will laugh in your face. For sure.
- Easy, guys. - For sure!
- Guys. - For sure!
Felix, calm down. Be careful what you divulge to Gregor.
Gregor is a strange one, Felix.
Nobody sent me to the station, least of all Mr. Verschaffel.
I admit, I should have prepared Wilfried a little better for what could happen.
It's true. He has a poetic soul, he doesn't know any better.
With his dirty sketches. "Poetic soul."
If someone knows about dirty, it's you, Mr. Dirty Finger.
I can't believe they keep calling him the Finger, with a nose like that.
That says enough. Or shall we tell 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.
- You should do a lot of stupid things. - Cheers!
- Come on, let's go shoot. - Cover your ears.
Don't do it.
For fuck's sake! Go do that outside, shitheads!
- I'd better go. - Show-off.
Pour me another.
This is an address book. It was hidden in a vase.
Gregor Schnabel, Obersekretär, Geheime Feldpolizei.
Two phone numbers.
"My Freund Gregor." Are those his German contacts?
- Yes, but there are also some local names. - Collaborators?
Yes, many people we know, but a few surprising names as well.
You cosying up to Beard Man wasn't such a bad idea.
Look here. Title deeds to seven houses in the Jewish quarter.
More than seven houses.
All for next to nothing. And all from notary Omer Verschueren.
There are more.
A cigar shop.
Beard Man promised Jenny a cigar shop.
- Rijfstraat. - Is that one among those deeds?
- Have a good look. - No.
She hasn't got her shop yet.
After the next raid, he said.
We have to continue looking.
Hold on.
Did you leave the lights on again?
You're crazy. You do that every time.
I'll put a record on.
Come on, Will, come on! Yeehaa! Over the puddle!
No, please don't stop. Please.
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 nothing more.
And don't interfere in their business.
The Jews have obviously been warned.
Fuck.
And a long time in advance.
That means we have a rat.
My unit only received their orders an hour ago.
Apart from that,
nobody was told a single word about the plan.
The only three people who knew were me, Felix Verschaffel, and you.
I'll find the rat and deliver them to you.
I hope so for your sake.
Don't disappoint me again.
We're off now.
Come here, my godson.
Are you two together? Introduce me.
- This is Yvette, and this is Aunt Emma. - Hello.
You're a pretty young thing.
Come, I want to introduce you to someone. Aren't you thirsty?
Come on, follow me.
Wil, come on, let's get a drink.
Honey.
This is my nephew Wilfried, and his Yvette.
Delighted. Please do me a favour and go sit on the couch.
We know each other.
Your hair is gorgeous. Tell Aunt Emma your secret.
This is really an incredible coincidence, isn't it?
Do you want anything? 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 fallen head over heels in love.
This woman just drives me crazy.
Anyway, if you ever get into any difficulties...
A representative of the Antwerp police force.
No schnapps for me.
Well...
One, two, three... Bottom's up!
These Antwerp policemen are real athletes.
Wil, shall we go for a dance?
You're among friends here. And when you're one of us, you drink.
If you don't, you're not one of us. Sorry, it may sound a bit boorish to you,
but it's that simple among soldiers.
Who drinks, is a comrade.
Who doesn't drink, is a fucking milk rat. And I hate milk rats!
Please do drink something. You're so incredibly tense.
A milk rat!
Hold on...
Gregor, don't do that to the boy. You're so naughty.
Angel, that is not a boy.
That is a real man.
- Very good. Very, very good. - And now we're really getting started.
One, two, three... Bottom's up.
One, two, three...
Bottom's up!
Stop it.
Wil?
How are things at work? Everything alright?
Your aunt told me a wild story about your first day at the police station.
You came home in the middle of the night with your uniform covered in mud,
and that of your colleague too, I assume.
As I told your aunt, the real story behind it,
that's what I want to hear.
I'm sure it's very amusing.
Hilarious even.
I have to pee.
Wil...
Wil!
Look at his face.
Look who's here.
- Fuck off. - Having a piss with your teeny pee-pee.
You're pissing me off. I'm not going to ask again. Fuck off!
"Fuck off, fuck off." You have a big mouth.
You have a big mouth, mate,
but really, you're just a puppet for Verschaffel to play with.
Wil. Wil! Stop it, Wil!
Wil!
Well? Are you proud of what you've done? Do you have a death wish or something?
- Explain yourself. - Emma said you were provoking SS men.
Don't you remember? Let me remind you.
You were drunk and knocked someone into the hospital!
A friend of Mr. Verschaffel's!
Don't talk to me about Verschaffel.
Don't you know how much we owe him?
I only know you kiss his arse and he now expects me to do the same.
- You ungrateful dog. - Come on, man!
Have some respect for your father!
Emma told us it was disgusting and that you were talking trash!
Red light, green light!
BUTCHER'S SHOP FRANS METDEPENNINGEN
You don't remember what you said.
Do you?
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 officer.
If they drag the dock, we're doomed.
All of us.
It's possible they didn't understand your babbling.
- But they may connect the dots. - Jean can connect the dots.
He saw us with that Feldgendarm.
They've got us.
- We have to go into hiding. - I've had enough. This'll get us nowhere.
Lode, put on your uniform and go to work. Come on.
You too.
Come on, Maurice, pull yourself together.
Pull yourself together, I said. Come on.
You weren't there for me.
Come with me.
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 up.
How well do you know your local history?
Did you know that the Willem dock was commissioned in 1803 by Napoleon himself,
but was only put into operation ten years later? Did you 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.
We found this in the jacket of a murdered officer.
His orders.
As you can see, he was on his way to arrest some people who refused to work.
And you know the rules. For that he needed to request a police escort. Come here.
From your police station. Do you know anything about this?
Why did you stop? Come with me.
And there's something else I'd like to show you, if I may.
Do you know how disappointing it is for me that this body was found?
The murder case was closed. The atonement was made.
The communists were punished.
But now I have to start the investigation from scratch.
But anyway, that's my role in this story.
I don't know yet what your role in it is.
Maybe you do?
Come.
Our milkman.
Take a seat.
Your colleague still denies
that the murdered Feldgendarm presented himself at your station.
Do you believe him?
We don't.
The Feldgendarm was seen on the way to your station.
Not by us. Not our station.
At your station, nobody saw him alive.
But you knew
that his body was in the Willem dock.
I was drunk.
And yet, your tip was spot on. How come?
- I heard it somewhere. - Heard it. Good. From whom?
From him?
Is there anything you would like to tell me now?
No?
Come with me.
Who saw the Feldgendarm? You or him?
You or him?
Or the both of you?
I saw two bears...
...butter like that
I was standing there and looked at it
Jean didn't do anything.
It's good to see you protect each other. Trust me, it has value.
- I'm not protecting him, I believe him. - It doesn't matter whether it was Jean.
We wanted to get rid of him anyway and this was a welcome pretence.
But shall I tell you why you are still here?
We've noticed some officers have joined the Resistance.
The men of the White Brigade.
Do you happen to have contact with any of these men?
I'm telling the truth.
I am not entirely convinced. But I am prepared to continue playing along.
Your friend...
Yvette.
Right?
She really is a...
very beautiful woman.
A knockout on the dance floor.
I heard she's the sister of your colleague Metdepenningen.
Does he, maybe, know anything about what happened to the Feldgendarm?
I like you.
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 you took sides.
Jean has been arrested.
All I know is that he went looking for trouble.
Gust is right.
If you're against authority, you shouldn't work for the police.
You mean he wasn't collaborating enough.
Anyway...
If there's someone here who can exonerate Jean,
or the opposite,
then now is the time to speak up.
Take a seat, kid. Over there. On that chair.
Here he is.
The prodigal son.
You know that parable, right?
- Mr. Versch... - Shall we get real?
Our side
is winning.
My time is winning.
And what do you do? You give yourself away.
And you give me away.
Do you know what that does to me? You could have been my son.
Do you understand? No.
You don't get it. Very well...
I'm going to give you one more chance.
A real opportunity for a real opportunist like you.
This is your last chance to mend your ways.
Kill those rats.
Kill that rat for me. Kill that Jewish woman,
that stinking filthy rat, for me. You are going to kill them, for me!
Dance.
A soft landing.
Guys, we're going to climb mountains.
This person was pulled from the train to Brussels.
He had a Belgian ID card, a pretty good forgery,
but he was circumcised.
A Jew.
His real name was Lizke.
Come with me.
By chance, we had just arrested the forger.
It took him less than a minute to betray the person who had commissioned him.
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?
You... Get me out of here, kid.
- He doesn't know what he's saying. - Stop insulting me any further.
You are Angelo.
The butcher's son is Valentino.
And Bianca, I've seen her dance, right?
- What do you want from me? - Let me explain.
I'll make sure that you, your beloved, and your family survive this.
But for that, you'll have to help me. You understand? How does that sound?
Did you really believe that I was actually interested in your aunt?
Did you think I didn't know Jews were hiding in that wine cellar?
Just as I predicted, everything is connected here.
You want to save your life and that of your family.
That makes you a real man.
Who knows what it means to sacrifice things.
Who knows what it means to protect someone and knows it's a dirty business.
And when you understand that,
then one day, you can look in the mirror and see a real man.
You have to choose.
So...
what will it be?
You're still alive.
Lizke is dead.
Myriam is dead.
The little one as well, probably.
They have the Professor.
The Germans know everything.
They beat it all out of the Professor.
It's over. It's finished.
Possibly, yes.
But we can survive this.
Gregor wants me to give you and the rest of the Resistance
false information.
There's a raid on Saturday.
And he wants us to pass on a wrong neighbourhood to the Jews.
We have to find out where the raid will really take place.
I already know.
I know the right address.
But if I give that address, we're dead.
Give me the address.
I would never, never ever forgive myself.
Do you understand?
Give me the address.
I don't care about dying.
I wanted to put the choice to the both of you.
Because you can't decide yourself.
Because this is about survival.
A conscience is a luxury.
Is that what you're going to tell your child?
Because
I won't.
I'd rather die.
Give me the address.
Pelikaanstraat.
Yvette.
Stay here.
Let her go.
We're going to survive this.
- It's Pelikaanstraat. - I was told Terliststraat.
No. That's what they want us to believe, but it's Pelikaanstraat.
- Someone leaked it to the Professor. - We got it from the Geheime Feldpolizei.
From Gregor Schnabel himself.
Make sure the Jews know, goddammit.
I don't want to do this.
Me neither. So?
Change of plans. The Germans aren't coming.
City Hall gave us orders 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 probably won't cooperate.
We'll see about that.
That's right, Gust. They'd better not give us a hard time.
We won't let them push us around. Understood? Dismissed.
Are we going to do this?
Then we'll have to keep doing this.
If we don't do this...
then what?
Come on.
All the Jews on the truck! Faster!
- Faster! - Get out. No dawdling.
Outside. Come on. On the truck.
- Let's grab those rats. - Hurry up!
Come quietly. Don't make it difficult.
Come on, man. Pull up your trousers. Pull up your trousers, man.
Come on. Come with me, goddammit.
Wils, Metdepenningen, what the fuck are you gawking at?
- Do your part. - Get up there.
Dammit.
Get on!
What's your problem? What are you waiting for?
Hey, Wils. Look at this. Goddammit.
This is worth a drawing, isn't it? Come on.
Move it! If you don't do anything now, I'll throw you both under the truck.
To the truck. Come on!
I've had enough of this!
- Stop complaining. - I'm going mad. Get off me!
Come on, get up there!
- No. - Get on!
Good job. There are more rats upstairs.
Come on. Come on!
Upstairs.
I can't do this.
I can't do this. This can't be.
- Gaston, put those kids on the truck. - I can't!
Put those kids on the truck!
Here, take the little one. Do you have her?
No, leave them here. Leave them here, please. Please.
You fat coward!
- Take the little one. - On the truck!
Come on!
There's plenty of room. Get on!
Get on!
Push them on. There's plenty of room.
Wil, where are you going?! Traitor!
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's no other way.