Wil

They say history is important.

In school I had to learn dates and names by heart.

Because that, according to them, that is history.

The year of a particular battle.

The date some asshole died who as a leader did unspeakable things for years.

You name it.

But nobody knows what history really is.

You know what I'm saying?

No.

You'll have to see it with your own eyes.

People say, "Gosh, you survived the war. What's more, as a policeman, respect."

Others will say, "You scumbag, you should have done this, or that."

Why did you let that happen?"

You know what?

People are judgemental.

And it's always after the fact.

But when you're in the middle of it,

if you don't know what tomorrow will bring,

and nobody knows that, not you, not me,

well, maybe you don't know shit.

Welcome to the Antwerp police force.

You men are the buffer between our people and the Germans.

You command respect with your uniform, so keep it clean. And yourselves as well.

You must always check first with your superior officers.

And follow their orders always, of course, to the very letter.

Alright?

There, that's the official part.

Now off the record. Clément, shut the door.

Men, know that tomorrow morning when you start work,

everything you learned from your two-and-a-half-weeks of training

is not going to help you in any way whatsoever.

No fucking chance.

Because there's only one thing to get into your thick skull.

One thing.

Sing with me.

Come on, men, sing along.-

Come on, everyone.

Everyone. Dieter.

Did you hear that? "I stood by and watched it all?"

Put it firmly in your skull. That's the thing you need to remember.

You stand by and watch.

- How big is your Aunt Alice's arse? - Easily as big as this, I'd say.

This is perfect as a shelf.

Wait, let me show you. Aunt Alice squats down and while doing so,

she looks me straight in the eyes. And she keeps staring.

Just like this.

You got that?

That's a big arse.

Is that her?

Is that her?

Three francs for a drawing.

Recruits!

There are work refusers living in this address. They must be arrested.

Take me to them.

- Shouldn't they always work in pairs? - I thought so too.

What's with the talking?

Come on.

It does look like an order.

You're a funny one.

What are you waiting for?

Let's go.

ANTWERP, 1942

Chaim Lizke?

- Yes? - Come with me.

Uhm, what for? Officer, there must be a mistake.

Right now.

- Do you have a warrant? - I don't show Jews the warrant.

Ah, I understand. You want money. Yes. You'd better come in.

Come inside.

Nobody leaves this house.

Where's the money?

Yes. Follow me. It's this way.

Let me through to leave her with the neighbour.

I beg you.

Please.

- Jeanne, can she stay with you, please? - Myriam.

- I'll come back as soon as I can. Yes? - Yes, of course. Come.

Don't you be scared. It's alright. I'll come back. Promise.

Come on, my dear.

No, I'm sorry.

- Mummy. Let me go! - Shh! Quiet. Please.

- Mummy! - Please, calm down.

I don't have all day, old man.

- Hold on. Wait, please. Please. - That's it then!

I've had enough of this.

Tell me where. Or I'll shoot you all right now.

Understood?

I'll get you the money.

I swear. Yes.

Please.

- No more games! - Please.

Out! Out!

NOTHING FOR HITLER OUR FOOD IS FOR US!

Shit. My pills. Nobody move.

Halt!

Stop her, you idiots!

Shit!

I'm going to kill you!

Let go of me!

- Mate! - Dirty Jew lover!

Mummy!

- Look what you've done now! - Please.

- Dirty Jewish pig! - No!

Look what you've done.

Daddy.

- Wilfried? - This isn't a dovecote.

Just cause you got paid, doesn't mean that you can do whatever you want.

What happened to you then?

- Come on, you have to leave. - Lode?

Where have you been all night?

Hey, hey.

Come here, brother. What happened? Huh?

It's alright. Hey.

- An SS officer, I heard. - Don't be stupid, it's a Feldgendarm.

They are the ones with the iron plates around their necks.

- Anyway, it seems he disappeared. - Really?

- Here somewhere. Sixth district. - On shift or off duty?

Well, if you think about it. Come on, men, sign in.

Daft. Who would go to the Jewish quarter on their own time, just for fun?

Maybe he was visiting a girl or something.

Alright, come on.

It's a wasted visit. He did not pass my station. You have my word.

- This is all very strange. - I agree.

I assume that you've asked around, investigated.

There's nothing to investigate. I was here

And we didn't see a Feldgendarm. As I said.

- Um, I was on duty… - Do you think we're complete idiots?

Huh?

The missing Feldgendarm was given orders

for which he first was to receive a police escort.

And this police station was the one directly on his route.

- Look in the logbook. - Yes, I'll get it.

And what does his colleague say?

Because they have to patrol in pairs, right?

Or was he maybe involved in something?

- What are you implying? - It's alright.

It was a joke. 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?

Huh?

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 for you.

Ah, these two.

Good.

Gentlemen, I require, please, an urgent a transport escort. Communists.

Get out!

So, who's hungry then?

NOTHING FOR HITLER OUR FOOD IS FOR US!

Eat.

Communist swine will eat anything.

I want to give all those present one last opportunity.

Can anyone tell me what happened to the missing 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, a large number of you will pay the price.

However…

here you've got off lightly.

You're going on a journey

to the communist paradise.

Bloody hell.

Yes?

Sorry for disturbing you, Mr. Verschaffel. It's Jozef.

- Can we come in? It's urgent. - Yes.

I would never bother you this light, Mr. Verschaffel. My apologies.

- But you said if there was a problem… - Of course, of course.

I always thought you become an artist one day.

Do you still draw, Wilfried?

I paint too. Look, self-portraits. But you must be much better than me by now.

I'm certain of it. With your talent, you'll surpass everyone.

I've brought you something. A herring. If I can just tell you, Mr. Verschaffel.

- Did the Jews run away? - Yes. Here we are. It happened here.

You really were alone?

Yes, just me. It was my first shift. I don't know anyone yet.

And it was an accident. You're sure of that 100 percent?

- I swear. He slipped in the mud. - Ah.

Alright, let's take a look.

The hole was the only place we could… that I could think of quickly.

You think that was a mistake?

Yes. You should've…

Wil. What…

He's gone.

He was here, I swear.

The Germans have already found the body. Oh, Wil.

Oh…

Come here, the both of you.

Listen carefully. Should this ever come out,