Soldier of Orange Page #4

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don't like Jews.

I could've sent Esther.

Yes, you could have.

Come on, we can't stay here.

There it is.

To the boat!

We'll meet again.

- I n London.

- Hurry up!

See that you get this

to London.

Jerries!

Robby!

I'm stiff from the long trip.

The young one first.

Come along.

- Good morning.

- Morning.

- I'm sure you'd like some coffee.

- Smells good.

Uncuff him.

- Here you are.

- Thank you.

Would you like a cup too?

You seem surprised.

We've pro vided for you.

Sugar?

Don't I get anything with it?

With your second cup.

Egyptian cigarettes...

...but quite good. Take one, please.

I suppose you were e xpecting

English ones this morning.

Mr. Weinberg, you realize...

...we want some information from you.

I know nothing.

I was going to England to fight.

The war is o ver.

- Not for me.

- Yes, it is.

People died today.

Remain silent and more will die.

I don't know any of them.

Too bad.

Then I'll see...

...if those papers are dry yet.

Up!

The English don't send planes

for no reason.

Who or what did they come for?

I know nothing.

You know nothing, do you?

You're tough, aren't you?

Boxer's muscles.

Turn him round.

Do you have muscles

on your kidneys?

Enough, Breitner!

We don't work like that.

Have you gone mad?

My dear boy, I'm sorry.

Sit down.

Drink the rest of your coffee.

Drink.

Just tell me what you know.

Today's affair didn't happen

by accident.

I wonder who let the cat

out of the bag.

The information...

...could only have come

from London.

Van der Zanden.

Do you know this person?

Van der Zanden...

He's our contact in London.

That's not true.

It's an open secret.

It's all for nothing, anyway.

I suggest you talk.

Talk!

That's your trick.

Butter up a person...

...and then beat him.

I know nothing.

Breitner will continue

working on your case.

Speak up! Who was there?

Tell me their names!

I don't know, I don't know.

Sorry about that.

Tell me what happened.

We tried to get John over

to England, by plane.

The big time.

- But it went wrong, totally.

- What a pity.

They got John.

LONDON BOMBING RESUMES

If he talks, I'll hang.

Amateurs.

Smirking, well-fed prick.

I'll hang.

So you come to me?

Gus, I need a place to hide.

Catch.

Key...

...to my front door.

Stay as long as you like.

RUSSIAN FRONT COLLAPSES

His lordship.

Prick.

You'll be safe at my place.

Hello.

Any around?

Up there.

It's teeming with them.

They're migrating.

A beautiful sight.

I'll try to get a bit closer.

Bye.

Is that him?

- And he's not after the birds.

- Thanks.

My money.

You're a good patriot.

- Is that all?

- It's the rate.

Well, if it's the rate...

Two beers.

You look pleased with yourself.

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