Riphagen Page #3

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What do you want, a**hole?

Did you call me an a**hole?

Did you?

On your knees.

Well, go on and hit him.

- No.

- Either you hit him or I will.

And now it's your turn.

He won't do anything.

You won't do anything, right?

No.

Gee.

Any plans for the rest of the day?

I believe I'm not in my right mind

I'm continuously lost in thought

suddenly I've become a different person

my heart beats like a set of drums.

I sing my Westerbork serenade

along the railway tracks

shines the silver moon on the meadow.

I sing my Westerbork serenade

walking with a pretty lady on my side

and my heart burns like the boiler

in the boiler house.

I never felt anything like this

when I was still at home with Mom.

I sing my Westerbork serenade

walking with a pretty lady on my side.

I sing my Westerbork serenade

in between the barracks

it took hold of me on the meadow

this Westerbork love romance.

Are you really as dangerous as they say?

- You work for the Nazis.

- No I don't.

- What's the matter?

- You lie. I don't like that.

Alright.

I work for the SD.

I can't say much about it, but I don't

work there to help the Nazis.

- Who then?

- I'll tell you some other time.

Mysterious.

Hey, I'm from the same place

you're from.

But there was no one to help me.

Just look into the lens.

I've thought about what you said.

That you were willing to help us.

We're afraid we'll lose our house.

So maybe we can do it this way.

We have to help one another,

don't we?

Yes.

- Two more whiskies.

- Thank you.

My pleasure.

And if you think very hard?

No, I've already referred to you

everyone I trust, Dries.

Some people think you're my lover.

They see us together so often.

Well, if I'd been born 20 years earlier...

You said you could help me

get to England by way of Antwerp.

- True. Eventually.

- I think it's time.

I'll take care of it.

This...

is for you.

Saint Christopher,

the patron saint of travelers.

- Is this not more for Catholics?

- As long as it works.

It brought me to you.

I hope it will protect you too.

Thank you.

Go pack your bags. Tomorrow

I'll personally bring you to Antwerp.

- Albert.

- Jan.

- Can I have a word with you?

- Yes.

Two lists.

Jan, we're going to make a few bucks.

- Why us?

- Orders from the SD.

Alright, go on then.

Well, there it is. Number 26.

- No.

- Yes.

Esther Schaap?

- No.

- Come on.

No, that can't be.

- Where are the previous owners?

- Emigrated.

- And I paid them dearly for this.

- Dries.

Sweetheart, they're safe.

I put them on the boat myself.

I was promised protection.

Did Dries Riphagen

promise you protection?

Of course not.

This address comes from him.

- You make me so happy, Dries.

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