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Yeah, a little.

The Russians come into
our house all the time.

You can't stay there.

And how do we know
we can trust you?

You don't.

You know it's a death
sentence if you shelter

a German soldier?

I know.

When the Reich
recaptures Bucharest,

which it will surely do,

I'll never do for you what
you are doing for us.

I will protect you
from the Russians.

I can't protect you from
the wrath of God.

Why?

Why you would risk your
life for a German soldier?

My name is Sabina Wurmbrand.

I am a pastor's wife,

and that is the very,
very last thing

I ever thought I would be.

I once was Sabina Oster.

"Bincea," they called me.

The entire college syllabus?

The whole thing?

Of course! I study
everything the boys study.

Not physics.

You don't study physics.

Uncle Jacob!

Yes, physics, math,
and chemistry!

Hmm. Well, good for you.

I'm proud of you.

Why shouldn't I?

Sorbonne isn't
known for Pierre

nearly so much as for Marie.

Marie?

Madame Marie Curie?
Nobel Prize winner?

She is from Sorbonne?

Oh, Uncle!

You should get out more.

You should visit Paris.

I could show you everything.

Do you wish to be Marie Curie?

Of course not.

I want her to wish to be me!

Is that all?

I want the same things
every girl wants...

and then a little bit more.

I have to make a stop.

I want you to meet someone.

Who?

He's every bit as
ambitious as you.

Oh!

But first, I want to
drive your car.

What?!

- Yes?
- No, no.

Please?

- No.
- Please?

- Impossible.
- Please, please, please...

I said no, no, no, no...

Richard!

Jacob?

What are you doing here?

May we come up?

Yeah, of course.

Who is this?

She is my niece, Sabina Oster.

Sabina,

this is Richard Wurmbrand,

a rising star at
the brokerage.

The first time I ever laid
eyes on Richard Wurmbrand,

I was not impressed.

He appeared to me brooding,
entitled, and pampered.

You let her drive your car?

Didn't really have
much of a choice.

I'm terribly sorry for
my countenance.

I thought you were
someone else.

Who did you think I was?

Well,

it's my mother...

Oh, you thought I
was your mother?!

No, of course not.

My mother is nagging
me to get married.

She's even picked
out the girl.

Oh, she picked the girl?

How thoughtful of her.

She's selected an
heiress, actually.

Comes with a business,

two homes, and
one million in dowry.

That sounds very nice for you.

It does.

I mean, it would.

I have no problem with
the business part

or the inheritance.

It's the girl I don't like.

My mother thinks

this is the quickest way
for us all to be rich.

And what do you think?

What do I think?

I think my mother should
ask me that question.

It's not that I was
desperate for love.

In fact, I'd been dating
a boy at Sorbonne.

I had not told my family
about my love life at school.

So far as they knew,

I was still living the life of
straight-laced, moral purity

as imposed on me
by my parents.

If they only knew!

So, tell me about
your heiress.

My mother's heiress, you mean.

Well,

if you're to be married...

and all that money.

The thought occurs to me that

if I could find a
girl like you,

I wouldn't care
about the cash.

Never underestimate the cash.

I'm going to go for a walk.

Your mother's gonna kill me.

Hey, Richard!
Our table is over there!

Hey, your turn.
We saved you a space.

No, no, no! You're not going
to just sit there tonight.

Fine.

We will dance,
and you can drink.

With Richard, I saw a path

to realize everything
I'd dreamed of in life.

He was handsome.

He made great money.

And he spent plenty
of that money on me.

Your steps are a bit blurry.

So is my vision.

I'm not an easy
person, you know.

Easy is so boring.

You'd suffer a lot with me.

And laugh a lot.

So, you'll have me, then?

I knew then and there,

Sorbonne would have to wait.

With this cup,

I make a covenant with you.

Before God and
these witnesses,

you are now man and wife!

It was perfect, my darling.

You look so beautiful.

Well done, Son.

Thank you, Father.

First one kissed,
first one married.

Well, first one
married, anyway.

Congratulations, Richard.

You've officially
taken the plunge.

And so religious.

Does the Rabbi even
know you're atheists?

Never said a word about it.

So, your mother's happy?

I think she's still holding
out for the rich girl.

She'll always blame
you, you know.

Really?

In this case, may I
have a glass?

A big one.

Hey!

Hey!

Did you really think you could
hide from me all day long?

I wasn't hiding.

Well, good, because I
want a hug from you.

That's not a good enough hug.

I want a real hug.

Okay, fine! A big hug.

A big hug.

You know, there's cake.

Have we pleased them all?

My parents got their rabbi,

my sisters got their music,

and my brother got his cake.

What more could they want?

Well,

I want another drink.

In those days, we
cared little about God,

nor very much
about other people.

We didn't want children.

We wanted pleasure.

What does this
have to do with us?

Everything.

Without Richard in my life,
you certainly wouldn't be.

We don't need
your love stories.

We need a way out of here.

Let her talk.

Were you happy?

Was the marriage a happy one?

We were happy.

At least, we thought we were.

Close enough, or should
I walk you home from here?

I'd accept if you
could walk straight!

Well, if you ever...

if you ever need a...

if you ever need a...

Go, go!

Drive safely!

Only a year into our marriage,
Richard started coughing.

My goodness! Are you gagging?

Not gagging.

It's just a little tickle.

What are you doing?

Calling the doctor.

I don't need
a doctor. I'm fine.

I'll rest a couple of days.

One to Săcele, please.

Thank you.

TB was common in those days.

Very often, it was lethal.

Richard was diagnosed
and sent to a sanitorium

in the mountains.

With total rest, fresh air,
and lots of sunshine,

he had a chance.

The doctor said, 50/50.

Are you ready for this?

Well, are you ready?

For you to die? No!

Are you ready to
stay with your mother?

You may have
the harder ordeal.

It's not funny.
You're not funny.

You'll survive.

I'll visit as soon as I
can get a day off work.

Don't forget about me.

I'll try not to.

Thank you.

You're Wurmbrand?

Yes, I'm Richard Wurmbrand.

You look worse than
my last patient.

Well, I'm...

Stop it!

Do not cough on me.

Not near me.

Never when I am in this room.

What is this?

A book.

Nati gave it to me.

No reading.

I told you once already.

Only rest.

I said, lights out!

One, please, to Săcele.

Round trip, same day.

Mr. Wurmbrand,
you have a visitor.

Send him away.

I'm far too busy
for visitors today.

You are overdressed.

Marie, did you not send my
wife the dress code here?

You look like an angel.

And you look like an Olympian.

I brought you...

this.

I thought it would
either help you think

or help you sleep.

You're not supposed
to be reading.

You're to be resting.

It's okay, Marie.
This is Marx,

and his theories of the
"opium of the people."

What theories?

Well, Marx says,

"the abolition of religion
is the requisite

for real happiness."

Well, then,

that means we should
be quite happy.

Marx never found happiness.

I'm not sure he is
the one to listen to.

How are you feeling?

Have you been resting?

I feel that for the
first time in my life,

I'm resting.

Are you terribly bored?

I've been thinking.

About what?

About my life.

About all the people
I've harmed.

My mother, and...

many girls you don't
even know about.

Don't worry about it.

I've also lived such a life.

This is youth.

And when we get home,
we'll have fun again.

Maybe.

Darling, you have TB,
not mental illness.

We're going to be fine.

I've been thinking
again about children.

Children?

Richard,

you should lie down.

I'm -- I'm sorry.

If we had children,

how would we raise them?

What morals would
we teach them?

What morals do we
have for our own lives?

Take this with you.

Look at it on the train.

"The Brothers Ratisbonne?"

A Christian book?

Why are you
reading this, Richard?!

I will not read these lies!

I may not survive
this illness.

It's 50/50.

But if I do, I don't
want to waste my life.

Our life.

Not any longer. Not one day.

Waste?

We are not wasting
our lives, Richard!

I don't know what to
even say to you.

Say you love me, and that
you'll be back in two weeks.

I love you.

I know that book.

My father used to read it.

That book is banned, you know.

Have you read it?

Of course not. It's banned.

Finally, when winter returned,

Richard began to get
some of his strength back,

and they let him out
for short walks.

Hello, Niculai.

You are dead,
and so shall be I.

The snow will fall on us both
while the living carry on,

and we shall not exist.

After a while, nobody
will remember us.

What is the use, Niculai?

What is the point
of any of this?

Richard was still convinced
that there was no God,

but had begun wishing
it was otherwise.

He wanted there to
be a reason for existing.

God,

I'm certain you don't
exist, but if you do,

it's your job to reveal
yourself to me.

So, your husband got sick and
began talking to dead people.

Is there a point in all this?

My country was
getting sick, too,

right at the same time.

The Legionnaires promised
a fascist utopia.

Their leader was
Corneliu Codreanu.

He went from village to
village, making Hitler proud.

Look, a horse!

I know that man.

Go home!

You don't speak for Romania!

I love that horse!

By our blood,

we cement

the future of
Legionary Romania.

Each of you

must be ready

to both give

and embrace death.

The Archangel Michael
comes not with a sickle,

but with a sword!

Have we lost our minds?

Calm down.

Ready to give
and embrace death?

This is crazy.

If you are not with us,

you are against us.

Let him go.

There is no victory
without bloodshed.

Come on, Richard.

You've been here
plenty long enough.

Coming.

You know,

I'm going to miss you.

Truly.

Richard, time to go.

Oh!

I'll go fetch your
release papers.

It should only take
a few minutes.

Come on.

Walk with me down to the pond.

"Won't be long," she says.

It has already been

a very long time.

Yes, it has.

But also, a good time.

Time to think.

A time to consider Jesus.

Don't say that name.

I remember hearing of
Jews who chose to murder

their children and
commit suicide

to avoid converting
to Christianity.

That doesn't enhance my
respect for those Jews.

Richard!

I was mocked when
I was a girl.

"Dirty little Jewess!"
they shouted at me.

If that is Christianity, we
want nothing to do with it!

If that's Christianity, nobody
should want anything

to do with it.

I've been comparing
Jesus' life with mine.

There's nothing to compare.

His outlook was so pure,

and mine, so tainted.

Your outlook is fine.

His nature, so selfless.

Mine, so greedy.

Richard! You are starting
to sound like a convert.

I've long been an
atheist, my love.

But a universe
with no creator

cannot compare to the
thought of a God who

speaks and listens.

Okay!

The demands of Christianity
are too extreme.

They are impossible
to fulfill!

The Bible says that he who
says he is Christ's must also

live as Jesus lived.
But is that possible?

It's like asking a wolf to
live like a lamb, and then

condemning it for all
eternity for not succeeding.

Since I have not been
Christ through all eternity --

I was not born of a virgin!

Since I have no
clear perception of

spiritual realities,
nor do I have His mind,

how should I be able
to live as He did?

Only a very proud person
could imagine himself capable

of living like Jesus.

The commandment
to live like Jesus,

like all the commandments
in the Bible,

it reveals to us the
depth of our sinfulness --

our deep need for a savior.

No, Isaac, no!

I do not want a Jesus
who has been calculated,

explained, and believed in.
I want the real Jesus.

Is that such an
impossible ideal?

Richard!

You're a smart guy.

Smarter than me.

I cannot talk you into faith.

Come tonight.

Come to the prayer meeting.

See if the real Jesus
reveals Himself to you.

[SINGING]
It is well

(It is well)

With my soul

(With my soul)

It is well, it is
well with my soul.

It is well

(It is well)

With my soul

(With my soul)

It is well, it is
well with my soul.

So, then,

who can find God?

Anyone who seeks him.

Jesus taught his disciples

that everyone who
asks, receives,

and he that seeks, finds.
To him that knocks,

the door shall be opened.

Who can find God?

Everyone can.

That's God's promise.

Everyone. No exceptions.

Let's pray on that.

[SINGING] Be still, my soul,
the Lord is on thy side

Bear patiently, the cross
of grief or pain

Leave to thy God,
to order and provide

In every change,
He faithful will remain

Be still, my soul, when
change and tears are past

All safe and blessed,
we shall meet at last

Richard said

he was involuntarily
lifted up by the Spirit,

astonished to hear
himself praying aloud

at a public gathering.

Words, he said, that sprang
from the depths of his soul.

Where have you been?

Your dinner is cold.

I've done it.

I've surrendered
my heart to Christ!

And it's a beautiful thing.

And now,

all that's left to do
is to be baptized!

In baptism,

we renounce our sin.

We proclaim our belief in God

and commit ourselves to Jesus
Christ as Lord and Savior.

Richard,

is this your own proclamation?

Yes, truly, with all my heart.

If Richard was going to
make a horrible decision,

so would I.

Richard Wurmbrand,

I baptize you in the
name of the Father...

If we couldn't have
the life I wanted,

and of the Son...

...then we wouldn't
have life at all.

...and of the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

And when Richard
found my body,

he would realize
how destructive

this faith of his was.

Obviously, you
didn't kill yourself.

Obviously.

But then I had a thought.

What if he's right?

What if there is a God?

Or worse, a hell?

Or what if he went out,
found a new wife,

and forgot all about me?

Help me understand.

What are you reading?

"If your enemy is hungry,

give him bread to eat.

If he's thirsty,

give him water to drink."

That's ridiculous.

The heart of the
gospel is forgiveness.

For us to forgive others
in the same way

God has forgiven us.

Is that so bad?

What a waste of time,
these movies.

This time, we recognize
that there is a plague here,

a plague that threatens the
health of the Aryan peoples.

Thank you, darling.

For what?

For this.

For skipping church for once.

For "Gone with the Wind."

Or "Of Mice and Men?"

"Gambling with Souls."
Two, please.

Thank you.

Thank you.

You know, I have a
soft spot in my heart

for attractive girls like
you in distress.

I have more money than
I know what to do with,

and how better could I spend
it than by making you happy?

Would a thousand
dollars help you?

Oh, it certainly would.

I always loved movies.

I have considerable
cash in my apartment.

But I never calculated
the moral influence

they had over me.

Would you care to
stop by for a few minutes

on your way home?

I can let you have
the money tonight.

The Nazi propaganda films
were surely filled with lies.

But nobody seemed to
question their statistics.

In 1932, the Jews, who
only made up one percent

of the world's population,
accounted for 34 percent

of the world's dope peddlers,

47 percent of robberies,

47 percent of crooked
games of chance,

82 percent of international
crime organizations,

and 98 percent of dealers
in prostitution.

The Hollywood movies I
loved were filled with lies

of a different kind.

Nobody questioned
them, either.

Nobody, except my husband.

So, did you like it?

Of course.

Me too.

Now,

go home and go to bed.

I want to find a girl
to take to a hotel.

What did you say?

It's pretty simple.

You go home.

I think I want to find
a girl to take to a hotel.

Richard! How can
you even say that?

But you made me
go to the movie

and you saw
what the hero did.

Why shouldn't I do
the same thing?

And if we go tomorrow
and the next day

to movies like those...

I'm just making a point.

Every man becomes
what he looks at.

If you want me to
be a good husband,

come to church
with me sometimes.

Morning.

I'm sorry.

I wasn't aware
we were meeting.

No, you weren't.

And you are?

Corneliu Zelea Codreanu.

Legionnaires.

Perhaps you've heard of us?

I'm sorry, Jacob.
We're making a move.

Couldn't be avoided.

A move?

What are you talking about?

We've agreed to a merger.

With the Germans?

I'm Romanian, actually.

And the new director.

We've had a slight
change in executive policy.

Jacob,

we had no choice.

No Jews.

What?

It's not complicated, is it?

No Jews.

Leave now and we
won't follow you home.

Just like that?

You can't--

We can make
this very personal.

Have you seen the
work of the Iron Guard?

The Iron Guard, as the
Legionnaires were called,

were taking over Romania.

They were conscripting
members, taking businesses,

and terrorizing Jews.

One Sunday evening
we were invited

to attend a big party.

I begged Richard to let us go.

At least pretend to
have fun, Richard.

We haven't seen Andrei
and Alexandra for ages.

Hello!

Darling!

Oh my God, I love your dress.
- Thank you.

You should be able to capture
a man's imagination in that!

Take this, darling.

Take...

Okay... come, come, come!

So, I didn't expect you
to show up tonight.

This isn't exactly church.

Here it is! Come on!

I propose a toast.

And one for you...

To friends!

To the future!

Sorry!

Come on.

Secrets!

I was wondering, what do
you think about that

blonde over there?

The blonde?
- Yeah, the blonde one.

I'll go to speak with her.
Wish me luck.

It's kind of loud in here.

Maybe we shouldn't
stay too long.

Relax, we've just gotten here.

It would be rude
to leave so soon.

Let's go.

I want to go now.

But there's so much of
the night left to enjoy.

Okay, okay.

I'm ready.

Take me to the
pastor's house.

Get me baptized.

It'll be like taking a
bath after all this filth.

Sabina, you've
waited this long.

You can wait until morning.

Let the poor pastor sleep!

Are you afraid?

"Do not be afraid,
for I am with you."

Genesis 26.

"Do not be afraid
or discouraged."

Deuteronomy 1.

"Do not be afraid of them."

Joshua 8.

I am.

I'm kind of afraid.

I'm collecting all the verses
in the Bible that tell us

not to be afraid.

I think I might need to
lean on all of them.

Read me some more.

"Are not two sparrows
sold for a farthing?

And one of them shall not
fall on the ground

without your Father.

But the very hairs of your
head are numbered.

Fear ye not therefore,

ye are of more value
than many sparrows."

One, two...

If they are coming,
then they are coming.

Let's not think of them
as enemies to be feared,

but rather as a mission.

They are asking to see IDs.

All our lives, Romanian.

Now we are Jews only.

Christian, really.

Perhaps we should
get out if we still can.

Run away?

If we stay,

I'll follow the
others into prison.

It will be the end of
our life together.

I'll be tortured,

perhaps killed.

"Whosoever will save
his life shall lose it,

and whosoever will lose
his life for my sake

shall find it."

We believe this, or we don't.

I think we have to stay.

We have a job to do.

By 1940, we had
a new baby, Mihai.

And a new Prime Minister:

Major Ion Antonescu.

Under him, new waves
of persecution were unleashed

on the Jews.

So, we set out to
meet our neighbors,

to try to make new friends.

Who is it? What?
What? Who are you?

Your neighbors just
across the street.

I'm Richard Wurmbrand.
This is my wife, Sabina,

and our baby, Mihai.

Are you selling
something or what?

No. We're just out to
get to know people.

We brought you this.

Relations in our new
neighborhood were

tense at first,

but people often warmed up

when we actually
met them face to face,

when we showed
them some kindness.

What?

My name is Richard Wurmbrand.

This is my wife, Sabina,
and our baby, Mihai.

We're your neighbors
just across the street.

Jewish?

Well, Christian now.

How convenient.

You don't like Jewish people?

They're useless.

They take, but
they don't contribute.

No, I don't like
Jewish people!

That's a nice sewing machine.

What make is it?

Ah, it's a Singer!

Hold on...

wasn't that invented by a Jew?

I guess if you think
the Jews are so useless,

you'd better get rid of it.

What do you want?

You want to do my sewing?

Just to say hello and--

We brought you some jam.

Don't tell me a
Jew invented jam.

I don't know.

But it's good,
whoever invented it.

What?! What?

Pie?

We don't like pie.

Some were harder
to break than others.

What?! What? What?

No, no, no -- we don't eat.

We are fasting.

It's strawberry.

I hope you like it.

You are persistent,
I'll give you that.

Don't you like jam?

I love jam, yeah.
Thank you, and

I'm sorry I smashed
it last time.

I was arguing
with Ana, and I...

Ana! Come out here
and meet our neighbors.

Isn't he adorable?

I hope so. He looks like me!

Hey!

You got the jam, too?

And then Richard
became a pastor.

Lutheran.

We devoted our lives
to loving people.

We made many new friends,
shared Christ with everyone,

and found much happiness.

But outside,

all hell was raging.

In 1940,

Romania formally announced
that its foreign policy

was now to be determined by
Hitler's new European order.

Within a year,

over one-third of
Romania's Jewish population

were massacred.

In the northern city of Iasi,

11,000 Jews were
killed in one day.

We heard of seven girls

who had survived
the massacre up in Iasi.

We were trying to get
them to safety.

Jews were not permitted to
travel anywhere in Romania,

and Iasi is hundreds of
miles from Bucharest,

but we had a plan:

to have the girls
"arrested" by our friends

in the Romanian police,

then transported
to the capital for trial--

before which they
would mysteriously disappear.

Be sure they don't
miss their trial.

I'll do my best.

We found ways
wherever we could to

shelter the innocent,

but so many people
refused to get involved,

allowing thousands who might
have been saved to perish.

Involvement, however,

came with a price.

Thank you.

One morning, I was arrested.

I didn't know at that moment
that Richard had been

taken as well.

I wondered,

were they going to shoot me?

Was I to die without
warning in the darkness?

They wanted me to write
something that could be used

against Richard.

So, I wrote.

I had memorized many Psalms.

Psalm 1 seemed as
good a choice as any.

Sabina!

Richard!

Where is Mihai?

Alice was there--

Be quiet! No talking.

Was it terrible?

There was pain.

I will not lie to you.

I am sorry.

I'm thankful to be
among the beaten,

through His grace,

and not among those who beat.

Later we learned that
we were only one hour

from being executed.

But God intervened,

along with some
very dear friends.

Case dismissed.
Recess, one hour.

Under the Nazis, Richard
was arrested three times.

Myself, twice.

Each time we were beaten,

and each time our friends
intervened on our behalf.

But the rest of my family
was not so fortunate.

There was no one
to intervene for them.

My parents were taken,

and my sisters,

my little brother,

my Uncle Jacob--

all sent to the
camp at Transnistria.

None of them ever came back.

The S.S. came
looking for you today.

I'm not hiding.

Maybe you should.

Couldn't you leave?

We want to meet them,

to share Christ with them.

Many are hungry to hear it.

And many more would send
you to the gas chambers.

One of them has
just moved in with me.

Well, I hope you're offering
him your best wine.

I knew him before, but

he's changed.

Now he's an absolute brute.

He brags about
how he killed Jews.

He calls himself
Borila the Butcher.

Where?

Where what?

Where did he kill Jews?

Ukrainian border.

Transnistria, I think.

Transnistria?

You're looking for Mihnea?

Yes, I am.

Richard Wurmbrand.

Borila.

And you live here now?

Not for long.

Come on. Mihnea's in the can.

Wurmbrand.

Sounds German.

I knew it.

You Germans should
give me a medal!

I've killed more Jews
than Rommel did.

I am home because we
were all out of Jews to kill.

I am not afraid
for those Jews.

God will surely
compensate them for

what they've suffered.

But I'm anguished
when I think about

what will happen
to their murderers

when they stand before
God's judgment seat.

Murderers?

Well, look who's here.

Telling him your
war stories, were you?

Do you suppose half
of them are true?

All of them are true!

And many more
you've never heard.

And the more you drink,

the more the story grows.

Tell Richard what it was
like to be stationed in

the Soviet Ukraine.

You enjoyed it, I gather.

Transnistria.

The music.
This is what I miss.

The songs.

If you'd like to hear some of
them, come over to my house.

I'm no pianist, but

I can play a few
Ukrainian melodies.

[SINGING DRUNKENLY]

I have something very
important to tell you.

What?

Go on.

If you were to look
behind that door,

you'd see my wife, Sabina.

Her parents,

her sisters, and her
twelve-year-old brother

were killed with the
rest of her family.

You were there

in Transnistria.

That's where they were taken.

You don't know exactly
who you've shot, but

we could assume you're the
man who murdered her family.

You are a Jew?!

I am a Christian.

Is this a trap?

No,

though I'm sure there are many
who would like to kill you.

Let them try.
I don't fear death.

You should fear God.
- There is no God!

And what if I could prove
to you there is?

You can't.

Let's do an experiment.

I'm going to wake up my
wife and tell her who you are

and what you've done,

and I can predict exactly
what will happen.

I don't want an experiment.

She won't speak a
word of reproach to you.

In fact, she'll bring you the
best supper she can find

in this home.
- I don't believe you.

There's a man here
you have to meet.

I, um...

I believe he is the man
who killed your family.

The heart of the
gospel is forgiveness.

Christ forgave me.

He can forgive you

if you ask.

What have I done?

What have I done?

Let me fix you
something to eat.

Take this.

That was when I
started collecting these.

They remind me that the lost

can be found.

Change your clothes.
It's time to go.

We can get you to the
border if we leave now.

So, that's your love story.

I guess it is.

My love for a husband.

My love for God.

Even my love for you.

Madam,

I won't pretend
I understand you.

But perhaps if no
one had this gift of

returning good for evil,

then there would
never be an end to killing.

"If your enemy is hungry,

give him bread.

If your enemy is thirsty,

give him some water."

You know this is ridiculous.

I suppose.

I could not do such things,

but Christ in me
can do all things.

Remember me.

Tell me again-- who told
you about this family?

Just some guy.

Some guy-- what guy?!

Before I get in this truck,
I need to know who led you

to this family!

I did.

Get down before
someone sees you.

From the day of
my wedding forward,

I only ever kissed two men.

One, my husband,

and two,

the man who
murdered my family.

[SINGING]
When peace like a river

attendeth my way,

When sorrows like
sea billows roll,

Whatever my lot,
Thou hast taught me to say,

It is well, it is well
with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet,
though trials should come,

Let this blest
assurance control,

That Christ has regarded
my helpless estate

And has shed His own
blood for my soul.

It is well

With my soul

It is well, it is
well with my soul.

My sin—O the bliss
of this glorious thought!—

My sin, not in part,
but the whole,

Is nailed to the cross
and I bear it no more.

Praise the Lord, praise
the Lord, O my soul!

It is well

(It is well)

With my soul

(With my soul)

It is well, it is
well with my soul.

And Lord, haste the day
when my faith shall be sight!

The clouds be rolled
back as a scroll,

The trump shall resound,
and the Lord shall descend,

Even so, it is
well with my soul!

It is well

(It is well)

With my soul

(With my soul)

It is well, it is
well with my soul.

[ROMANIAN] It is well

(It is well)

[ROMANIAN] With my soul

(With my soul)

It is well, it is
well with my soul!