THE BLACK BULLETS
45, 46, 47.
That makes 48 guns. 47, don't confuse me.
48.
Cover them with lettuce.
GUNPOWDER
Stupid, that's gunpowder.
Bet that nothing will happen?
See?
Remember, Rogier. Reinbout needs these guns urgently.
The transport is ready to go, Sir Wolter.
Good.
This transport has to remain a secret. These firearms are irreplaceable.
We've been waiting here for 2 hours. - And we continue to wait.
How do you know they'll come past here?
I know they're coming.
I happen to know that.
Let's go for it.
Guelders! Guelders!
Open it.
Lettuce? - What, lettuce.
The newest firearms. - Oldenstein!
Something happened.
Quick, a ladder.
He never got to Reinbout.
Easy, easy.
What happened? - They attacked.
Soldiers from Guelders.
By sheer accident. - No accident.
They knew.
They knew?
But how?
Who told them? - Careful with his wound.
If they knew, there's a traitor.
A traitor? Here at Oldenstein?
One of us. Who knew about the transport?
The men who loaded it up. Four of them.
Yes, four men.
Even if I have to pull it out of them with red-hot pliers...
...I will find out who the traitor is.
The weapons have to go to Reinbout. That's our first concern.
No, as openly as possible.
If we do it openly, the traitor will send news again.
And when he does, we'll get him.
Hey you four. Norbert, Zweden, Diederik, Wilhelm.
Get the cart ready. I'm leaving tomorrow.
What do we do now? - Wait.
We'll see what the men will be doing tonight.
Stop!
What are they?
Peas. - Peas?
What do you need peas for? - In the middle of the night.
I was hungry.
The kitchen was closed. So I got these.
Nice fresh peas.
I'm going back on guard.
Strange story.
What are you doing? - I'm cleaning my boots.
Are you still going out?
No, but I haven't had time to clean them.
And that's why you do it in the middle of the night. A bit strange.
Ever seen a German with dirty boots?
12, 13, 14... 20...
...23, 24, 25, 26.
26 powder barrels.
What are you doing here at this hour?
The guardian of the armoury has to watch over his things.
Especially with those transports.
It's almost midnight.
It's a lot of work to write everything down.
This is an exact record of what was loaded into the wagon.
It's my job to keep track of that.
I have a lot more to do.
Have a good night, Zweden.
You gave me a fright. I wasn't expecting anybody.
I'll believe that.
Where did you get all this money?
I earned it by gambling.
Gambling?
Is there anybody else who pays you?
I wish.
You can't make that much without cheating.
I can only prove it in one way.
I don't trust anybody anymore.
Four suspects and no proof.
I hope they're not suspecting anything.
Shouldn't we go with a few men? So they think we don't suspect anything.
But if we go with a few men, we'll be no match for them.
Except if we set a trap for them.
Get everything ready.
I'll get good medication.
We're going. - Yes, I'm coming.
It's still risky.
What will you do with this? - You'll see.
Get fuses and some thread.
Some thread?
Too many soldiers. - Do we attack?
Are you crazy?
We'll wait until dark.
Done.
Oldenstein! - Oldenstein!
Back! Back!
Where's Sindala? - I've got one.
In position. Go.
Is this necessary? - We won't hurt him.
One last time. How did you know about the transport?
Go.
Through the water.
Stop! Stop!
Have you got something to tell us?
Yes. - Who is the spy at Oldenstein?
I don't know.
Did you think I'd believe that? - No one knows, except Van Rossem.
Go! - Wait.
If Van Rossem is in his castle, how does he get news about us?
By mail pigeon.
How do the mail pigeons get to Oldenstein?
I drop them off in a basket, in the area.
Good. Find the basket for us.
Gate! Sir Wolter is coming home.
Did you ever see mail pigeons when you were on guard?
Mail pigeons? Why?
The traitor sends messages using mail pigeons.
Have you ever seen those animals? - No, I haven't.
How do they get here? - They're delivered in a basket.
The prisoner knows what it looks like.
What do we do? - Find the basket.
Run!
Nobody.
The basket. - Too late.
The man is smart. When he saw the prisoner, he let the pigeons go.
And he left the basket behind. No proof, again.
If he's that smart, his own smartness will betray him.
Treason!
The transports were attacked, because they had been betrayed.
Only the four of you knew about the first transport.
One of you must have informed Van Rossem.
One of you is the traitor.
Who?
I'm innocent. Ich hab' es nicht gewußt.
You made me guard the gate, because of my proven loyalty.
You accusing me is nothing but guesswork.
And you? What do you have to say?
There is no such thing as treason in my books.
The gods will point at the traitor.
These bullets will point out the traitor. Three white ones.
The three innocent men will take a white bullet out of the vase tomorrow.
They don't have anything to be afraid of.
But the traitor will be given a black bullet by the gods.
That's how we'll know who it is.
What? That's a gamble. - That's impossible.
How can you be sure that's the guilty person?
Do not mock the power of the gods.
What if I refuse?
If you refuse, you're the traitor.
And you don't want that.
Tomorrow morning, when the rooster crows...
...it will happen.
I'll keep guard here.
Dismissed!
You each take a bullet.
The white bullets mean innocence.
But if you get the black bullet...
...you're the traitor.
Take a bullet and show it when I tell you to.
Sir Norbert.
Sir Zweden.
Sir Diederik.
Sir Wilhelm.
Sir Wilhelm, your hand.
Open your hand.
Black, you're guilty. I never liked strangers.
I'm innocent. - Traitor!
First the others.
Why? We've got him. - First the others.
Let him do.
Sir Diederik, your hand.
Also black?
Sir Zweden?
Sir Norbert.
Three traitors and one innocent.
No.
Norbert, open your other hand.
Your other hand.
He had two bullets.
He took the black one from the vase.
But he already had the white one when he came in.
So what was in the vase?
Only black bullets. I only put black ones in.
Sir Norbert feared the gods, because he was guilty.
He thought he'd be smart and was hiding a white bullet in his hand.
See? Peas. Feed for his mail pigeons.
Stupid that we didn't think of that.
How can someone eat raw peas?
Nice.
Let's have some real food. Food from Holland. Pea soup.