All language subtitles for Het meisje met het rode haar

Why didn't you do anything?
Why has nobody tried to get her out?

We've done our best.
-What did you do then?

My child, the war is over.
That's the main thing.

The Netherlands is a free country
again.

THE GIRL WITH RED HAIR

Yes... I guess you're right.
- But can you make it more specific?

Since the crimes of the occupier haven't
been described...

they're not punishable, according
to Article 1.

Are there any other means at
our disposal?

Yes, the government can invoke
an emergency law.

That's the only way to make the crimes
of an occupier punishable afterwards.

I believe this is the right moment
to end this conversation.

Miss Schaft, when do you think you can
pass your Master's?

I won't continue my studies.
-What do you mean?

I want to suspend my studies for now.
-Miss Schaft, are you quitting?

No, but I have other things to do
right now.

Do you think that's wise?

As a law student, I have a choice.
Talk or do something...

I choose the latter.

I understand you didn't sign
the declaration of allegiance.

But I would regret it,
if you exposed yourself to dangers...

girls shouldn't be exposed to.

You've taught me the principles
of law.

They can't only be defended from
one's study.

But are these things that extreme?
-For me, they are.

You have changed.
-I apologise.

There's no need to apologise.

I wish you all the best.

Jews are being arrested.

Workers who go on strike are
being shot.

Nobody does anything.

You do something at least.

Don't get the wrong idea.
We're a small group.

Our work is dangerous.
It can cost you your life.

I know.

Are you reliable?

Yes.

How can I be sure?
- You can't be.

That's exactly my problem.
-It's mine too.

What do you mean?

How do I know you're reliable?

My group thinks fascism should
also be fought with violence.

That's why everybody learns to shoot.

Objections?

No, but I've never used a gun
before.

Remember one thing then.

Never point at anyone without
a reason.

You're eight minutes late.
-I came from Amsterdam.

And, have you changed your mind?

No.

One shot should do it.

She didn't have the guts.
-I knew it.

Women!
-Allow me to introduce Hugo.

Wait a second.

Take this one.
It's lighter and easier.

Check if it's ready.

Aim. Stretch your arm.
That's it.

Try again.

There can be a bullet there too.

Do you ever talk about it?
- With whom?

With each other?

It's better to know as little as
possible about each other.

I don't want to know anything
about you either.

What counts for me is that I
can trust you.

So you can't tell me anything.

About what?

About the assassinations,
for instance...

What do you want to know?

Have you ever killed someone?

Liquidated.

Wasn't it horrible?
-If we don't do it, nobody does.

But not everybody can do it.

Hugo's right about that.
This work is just as important.

The first time was scary.

It was someone who'd been
betraying Jews in hiding.

A hefty man, in a grey tweed coat.

I waited for him the whole
afternoon.

He got off his bicycle.
He stood with his back towards me.

And then it happened.

He only had a few burn holes
in his coat.

It was weird to see such a big
man fall.

The strange thing is that he said hello
to me as he got off his bike.

Who was it?
-I forgot.

I couldn't do that.

It's such a shame.
I only wore them twice.

You try them.
-I prefer these.

But we have to do something about
our figure.

What if I dyed my hair blonde?

No.
That's more Tanja's style.

Did you get the ID card?

I was too late.

She went to Switzerland.

She's quite right.

Why can't I go?

Use your brains, Judith.
You wouldn't succeed.

You wouldn't even make it to the Belgian
border. Nor would Tanja.

You don't know that.

I can't stand it here any longer.

Listen, I have an idea.

I'll find another address.

I understand. My parents said...
-It's not about your parents.

They interfere with everything.

I'll find you an address at a farm.

And an ID card,
so you can go outside sometimes.

I'll get on it right away.
I'll do it this week.

I don't know.

Don't say anything to my parents.
You know what they're like.

Always afraid of everything.

A farm?

Hold out a bit longer.

Who would I have to look after
if you're no longer here?

Don't you want a warm scarf?
-It's not cold.

Will you be careful?

Do you have to pass a checkpoint
to get to Amsterdam?

I fixed the light on your bike.

Have you got your ID card?
-Yes.

Have you got enough money?

Did you get Judith's things from
your room?

I'll do it this week.
-You can't be careful enough.

Bye, sweetheart.

MAKES EVERYTHING RIGHT
THAT'S WRONG

What are you doing here?

Have you been waiting long?

I went to the university first,
but you weren't there.

I had to see someone.

Is anything wrong?
-Judith's gone.

We shouldn't have left her alone.
When we came home, she was gone.

Where did she go?
-For you.

How could she do that?
She doesn't even have an ID card.

This pin goes on the left side.

They're together. One wears it on
the left, the other on the right.

I almost forgot.
I'd better leave this here.

Stop or I'll shoot!

Is it convenient?
-Is something wrong?

Have you heard they're looking
for you?

Is that why she's here?
-No.

What's going on then?

I asked him to take me here.
-You wanted to see me.

I want to make you a proposition.

Don't tell me you've come to
help me.

Then I can just as well dob myself in
with the Sicherheitsdienst.

I'm not asking you anything,
I'm offering something.

But I won't beg.

If you think you can do it alone and
you see us as stupid women...

Is there anything important?
-No.

Do the others know you're here?
-Which others?

Listen. Have a seat.

Merry Christmas.

Is that why you made me come here?

I want to make you a proposition.

It's nothing fancy,
but you're safe here.

You can put your things in here.

Decorate it any way you want.

Hugo's supposed to be back before
curfew.

Turn around now!

If this had been an assassination,
you'd have been dead.

Let me provide the cover then.

That's too dangerous.
You'd need more experience.

That's enough for today, isn't it?
-No, again.

Are you always like this?

Always.

This is how it goes every day.

In the train, he starts bitching about
Krauts...

and everybody who joins in,
gets arrested here.

Tomorrow we'll get him.

I didn't feel anything.
I wasn't nervous either.

As if it was a normal thing
to do.

I can't even remember what he
looked like.

Did you read what happened?

They arrested a couple of people
and put them against the wall.

Killed them, why?
-In retaliation.

Terrible.

I wonder what these Resistance people
are thinking.

After every assassination,
innocent people are arrested.

How can they not realise it?

It's good when people try things,
but not in this manner.

Those retaliations have nothing
to do with our assassination.

But they might have.
-So what?

That's the choice we make.

We're making sure we won't get the
same mess back as before the war.

If we hadn't done anything, they'd have
arrested people again tomorrow.

And your father could have been
one of them.

What is it?
-Nothing.

I... didn't like it this afternoon.

It was nothing.

Except... I feel a bit abandoned.

Show me that picture again.

What else did you find out?

It's unbelievable.

She's worked for the Sicherheitsdienst
since the start of the war.

She's one of their best informers.

Last week she had two Jewish families
arrested here.

Mummy! Mummy!

I won't do it.
-Then I will.

No, not in front of the child.
-Damn it.

I'm sure I got her.
-Well then.

And no one saw you.

You look like a little girl right now.
-Why do you say that?

When you play with your hair
like that.

I do that when I don't feel good.

I once got a bald spot because of
all the hair I pulled out.

Why?

There was something with my sister.

I didn't know you had a sister.

She died from diphtheria when she
was twelve.

My parents never recovered.

I'm sure I hit that woman.

We often get anonymous assassination
attempts.

Such are the morals of these people.

Anonymous assassinations,
terrorism...

We can't investigate everything.

But what you're telling me,
is very interesting, Mrs De Ruyter.

So... she had red hair.
-Yes, and she wasn't alone.

Don't worry.

As a loyal collaborator of the
Sicherheitsdienst...

you'll get personal protection.

Put Neumann on.

I don't want any more of it.
No more personal initiatives.

You don't just endanger yourself,
but all of us.

You'll go into hiding for
a couple of months.

We have enough people for the
assault on the food office.

Understood?

Into hiding.
Exactly what the Krauts want.

Will they understand how we lived,
after the war?

Nobody will believe it.

What do we remember about
the previous war?

It'll go the same way with this one.
A few memories, some pictures...

Go to sleep.

I thought I'd let you sleep.

Stop it, please!

It was one big mess.
Socialists, Catholics, didn't matter.

Once the Germans crossed the border,
they were all on a boat to England.

Good riddance, it's fine with me.

The jenever hasn't gotten any
better, though.

If Mussert can arrange that, the
entire Dutch people will support him.

Mussert, cheers.

What?

If they have a big mouth, we'll send
a few WA guys after them.

Let me tell you something.
Did you know Hitler only has one ball?

Pour us another one.

Are you sure it was him?
-Absolutely.

Do you see him?
-Yes.

Follow him. You shoot first,
I'll give you cover.

We'll meet in the caf� afterwards.

Keep going!

What can I do for you, Miss?

I'm waiting for my fianc�.
Can we order when he's here?

Sure.

It's taking a while before your
fianc� shows up.

Isn't it?
-I don't understand it either.

Let's hope he didn't take off
with someone else.

Are you sure you don't want
to order?

I want to wait a bit longer.
-Alright then.

I'll have him removed right away.

Waiter, two beers and one schnapps.

Look at the girl over there.

How are you, Miss?

How I am? How do you think?

Maybe we can have some fun.

You German men are real men,
aren't you?

A whore. Come.
-But she looks quite good.

She's drunk.

What's going on?
-They shot someone.

Dead?
-Yes.

Who did it?
-I don't know.

Take him to the OR.

Why don't you talk? That would make
everything much easier for you.

I forbid you to bother the patient
any longer.

Leave this ward.

Quickly, please.

Thank you.

It's nothing.
Who do those Krauts think they are?

I know I'm doing poorly.

They got you badly, but don't
worry.

I can feel it's over.

There's a picture in my coat.

They can't get their hands on it.
-I'll make sure of that.

Did he talk?
-He's dead.

Damn it.
That's really bad.

He didn't say anything.
-He didn't talk but... this.

Look at that.
Who is it?

His lover?

It's correct.

The photographer remembered
the red hair.

That's what I thought.

We've been looking for her
for a long time.

The girl with red hair.

Here, drink something.

I have to turn myself in.
-Where did you get that idea?

I can save my parents that way.
-That's exactly what they want.

Then they'll have you too.

How did they find out who did it?

I don't know.
-Not from Hugo, I'm sure.

Hugo carried a picture of you.

I don't want it anymore.

Your bag.

Why not?
-I don't know.

They always know everything.
-A man was pretending to be a doctor.

What good is that to me?
I need his name.

Lean backward and relax.

I need to know who interrogated
Hugo.

You are telling me everything,
aren't you?

I didn't get any prettier.

I used to hate red hair,
but now that I lost it...

No one will recognise you.
-No, I don't think so either.

The Allies are in North Brabant.

The German Occupier wants to discuss
a few things with us.

So that the governing of the country
can be resumed.

I urge you to accept the authority
of the Domestic Forces.

We are in regular communication
with the government in London.

Through our contacts with the Occupier
we have been able to release prisoners.

This is only possible if all Resistance
groups merge into the Domestic Forces.

I assume you are already convinced
of the importance thereof.

We are counting on your
cooperation.

Why don't we get better pistols?
-You won't need them anymore.

We've agreed with the Occupier to
avoid unnecessary casualties.

That applies to them and to us.

The new government will put
collaborationists to trial.

And no one will escape just
punishment.

Yes.

It was very hard, but I've got it.

This is him, Otto Schaaf.
Dutch Sicherheitsdienst.

He interrogated Hugo.

He was also behind the arrest and
release of your parents.

Good that you didn't buy that.
I just don't know where he lives.

I'll find out.

It's useless.
-I don't care about the deals they make.

That has nothing to do with me.

Your parents are free.
The war's almost over.

I'll shoot anyone I can still get
my hands on.

It's pointless, Hannie,
you're risking your life.

I've got nothing to lose.
-We'll get them all after the war.

Would you rely on that?
I don't trust anyone anymore.

Does the group know you're here?

No.

And they won't find out either,
right, Floor?

Why are you here anyway?

I'm worried about you.
-You can go again.

You can see everything's alright.

Stop, Miss!

Are you in a hurry, Miss?

I'm on my way home.
-I see.

ID, please.

Are you Dutch?
-Yes, why?

You speak German so well.

ID's alright.

What's that?

You know this newspaper's been
banned.

Now we'll see, Mrs De Ruyter.

Was it this woman?

She had a gun on her.
-No, it was a very different type.

Have you ever seen her?

No, never.

Take the glasses off.

Have a look at the girl.

Think well.

No, it's not her.

Thank you.

Still no name?

Well?

I never lose my patience.

Helping the enemy, sabotage, murder,
attempted murder...

crimes against the German Empire...

armed terrorism.

Sign, please.

I never lose my patience,
you know...

Communism, terrorism, romanticism.

Give me the names of your communist
comrades.

You want to live, don't you?

It's pointless.

You're the girl with red hair,
Jannetje Johanna Schaft.

That's me.

How could something like this
happen?

A woman like you should be at home.

Married to a decent man.

Whom you look after.

You'll get children.
Your husband works.

You look after the children.

Take her away!

Take this woman away.

We're taking you to another prison,
but first we'll take some pictures.

Are you coming?

And turn around.

Hannie Schaft was murdered on
17 April 1945.

Her sister-in-arms An tried to save
her from jail. To no avail.