Soldier of Orange Page #2

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Congratulations.

- Lucky devil.

- Who?

Both of you.

Want to dance?

Airplanes.

Are they yours?

We don't have that many.

Jerries.

Going to England.

Stop!

What do you want?

- We've come to volunteer.

- You must be mad!

- The y're Jerries in disguise.

- We're Dutch.

Have them say 'sch'.

Germans can't pronounce it.

Scheveningen. Scheveningen!

Schele, schoonmoeder,

Scheveningen.

Let them through.

Eric, here.

We've come to volunteer.

Come back in ten days.

Officials!

We want to help.

Come back in ten days.

Ten days is quite reasonable.

- It'll be over by then!

- The last war lasted 4 years.

Come back in ten days.

Come on.

Come on, Eric.

- See you in ten days!

- Or sooner!

Been to a party, have you?

Yes, a party.

With schnapps and women?

Let's pay and go.

A tip even. Decent of them.

A fifteen minute rest!

Lieutenant.

- My folks live here, may I visit them?

- Go ahead.

Come in.

- You can shoot the lot of them.

- The damn traitors.

Dirty fascist.

- Hello, Mother.

- Hello, Son.

Bunch of idiots.

Just because your mother's German.

Stupid. Stupid!

They think they can defeat Germany.

They'll pay when we get out.

The lot of them.

And how.

- You don't have it so bad.

- We'll see.

Did you hear about the Queen?

She fled to England.

And you have to fight.

German paratroopers!

Behind those wooden shacks.

- What's up?

- Paratroopers.

Look, there.

Check it out.

Cover us.

Wounded.

Jesus, what are you up to?

There's a war on.

So what?

April fool!

That's Dirk.

There's a madhouse nearby.

I fooled you! April fool!

Attention! Salute!

What's going on?

False alarm about paratroopers,

General.

The war is o ver.

Rotterdam's been flattened.

Thousands of casualties.

We've surrendered.

Surrendered...

- But it just started.

- It's over.

The politicians and collaborators

betrayed us.

But it's not our fa ult.

Holland can be proud of its army.

Men, I thank you!

Now what?

Line up!

In position.

Put it down.

In the water.

Go!

Come back, that's dangerous.

Do you want some more sand?

- Jerry slut.

- Mommy's boy.

You're attracting attention.

It's free.

There's Eric.

Outboard motor.

Gasoline.

Put some in.

- The forecast?

- Calm sea.

Good, or I'll puke my guts out.

Sure stinks.

Hope the Jerries don't smell it.

Screw it on tight.

Stand still.

Hey, bastards!

Fine little boat.

Sherry from Pa, cheese from

my mother for the trip.

- Got the charts?

- Couldn't get them.

You said you would.

There's only one England

and it's there.

No, it's there.

Why aren't you coming?

Someone's got to do

the dirty work here.

You're just afraid.

Let's lea ve it at that then.

Your health.

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