The Blitz: London's Longest Night Page #5

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Here I'm a nobody.

I don't find you a nobody.

Is that a German plane?

It's a Stuka.

Underneath the car.

- Too dangerous. Come.

Stop.

Tomorrow morning.

- Can't you do it now?

Please, we're in a hurry.

- Not on the Day of the Lord.

Certainly not on Whitsunday.

This is for you.

Thank you.

Thanks for helping us.

Can't you really fix the car today?

We're going to church. Come on.

You can clean yourself

at the pump outside.

Eva !

Close your eyes!

- What's wrong?

Close your eyes. Promise.

- Scout's honor.

You can open them now.

And leave.

Sit down.

Does it hurt?

-Yeah.

Those who are about to die,

salute you.

It's a real boxer's massage.

- Is it?

Stand up.

Keep moving. It prevents bruising.

We need the Nazis against the Communists.

- Hold on.

The Krauts seized all of our companies

in Poland and Austria.

That entire war is about money for them.

Our money.

Then do what I do.

Get a German business manageress.

You've got guts.

A woman as a business manager?

I'm marrying her as well.

My first wife was Jewish.

So a protestant German woman

can't hurt.

Just some extra insurance.

A German woman who's your boss.

That's asking for trouble.

There's nothing she can do to me.

She needs me more than I need her.

She looks after the children

and keeps her nose out of the business.

The fact that she's young

isn't a problem either.

Are you the owner of a car

with license plate number H 2531?

Yes, that's one of my cars.

The occupants, a German spy

named Eva von Heerle...

...and her side kick Vincent de Graaf,

are traitors.

Do you know these people?

Have you seen them before?

You're a good singer.

- Thanks. From the radio.

It was a waltz.

- A what?

A waltz.

You must know what a waltz is.

I know what a malt is.

A waltz. One, two... a dance.

Come on.

Does the etiquette allow this?

- Aunt Anke would get a heart attack.

Good.

You've never waltzed?

- Never.

You've got talent.

Chin up.

No more pain?

- No.

She went along with the boxer

to pick up her family.

Oh, no.

Car trouble, maybe. A flat tire?

- Come on.

They've buggered off to Germany.

- Or theyre lying in a haystack.

Call the Doesburg police

to have that boxer arrested.

The phone exchange is broken.

Smashed by our own army.

Eva is innocent.

That guy is a traitor.

I'll get the necessary papers.

I'll pursue them myself in the morning.

The Netherlands can count on me.

Uncle Cor, Vincent isn't a traitor, is he?

- I'm not an idiot, son.

I have to go and look for him,

before he gets into more trouble.

Does that bastard Lagerwaard know

you're Vincent's brother?

No.

Good.

Then I've got an idea.

We hope You will send the Holy Spirit.

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