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COPENHAGEN 29 JUNE 1944

VESTRE CEMETERY

I'm looking for eight newly dug graves.

Eight new graves? They're not here.

Isn't this the Germans' graveyard?

Yes, it is.

But this is the Jewish section.

Go back to the main entrance. That's the Germans' section.

Unfortunately, they use it far too little.

You're not from around here.

Won't you sit down?

Are you looking for the eight from Hvidsten?

The ones who were executed this morning?

Yes.

My husband and my son ...

... and my son-in-law were among the eight.

You're not the only one looking for your loved ones here.

But no one knows where the Germans execute -

- or bury the Resistance men.

Of course you would know that.

My daughters are up there in Vestre Prison -

- but nobody will tell me what's going to happen to them.

Where they're going or when ...

It's heart-breaking.

Gerda is only 17.

I don't know what will become of them.

Much obliged.

THE BEREAVED

- Thank you very much. - You're welcome.

HVIDSTEN INN

Either I haven't grasped it yet ...

... or I'm so hard-hearted that I can't cry.

You are so brave, Bitten.

It's alright for you to cry.

- I can't. - It's alright to cry.

There ...

There, there, my girl.

I'll never see Tulle and Gerda again.

Never ever.

I'll get them back home.

We must keep on living.

Attention!

For crimes against the Reich -

- the sentence for Waitress -

- Gerda Fiil of two years in prison is commuted to ...

... the death sentence.

For crimes against the Reich -

- the sentence of Housewife Kirstine Sørensen, née Fiil -

- of life imprisonment is commuted to ...

... the death sentence.

Tulle! Tulle!

Gerda. Gerda...

Gerda, you're having a nightmare.

Gerda, wake up!

I dreamed that we were hanged.

COPENHAGEN, VESTRE PRISON

No one is going to hang us.

Gerda, look at me.

We're just going on a little trip abroad.

No matter where it is, we'll take it in our stride.

You know we can always find our way home.

But is there a meaning to it?

I admit it's hard to see at the moment.

Think about something nice.

Mom is standing at the stove.

And we're all sitting around the table.

I can smell the omelette.

And my little Gulle wants her grandpa's pipe.

I really wish ...

... that Peter could have seen her one last time.

He missed her terribly.

But he was denied that.

Tulle!

Gerda, the blackout boards!

'Revolt Hvidsten'.

There isn't any water either.

Out! Quickly! Hurry up!

Get a move on! Dig faster!

They shot my husband and our father and brother.

- Are you the Hvidsten sisters? - I'm Tulle. This is my sister Gerda.

Elsebet.

How do you do?

The Germans stopped the executions because of you.

My brothers, Jørgen and Flemming Kieler, were saved.

I'm glad.

- I'm terribly sorry ... - I know.

It's alright. We'll stay strong.

Maybe the Germans will soon see it's no good.

Quiet! Keep digging!

The German are shitting themselves -

- and can't wait to try our new privy.

Finish up!

It was raining, but the rain encouraged growth.

It was stormy, but the storm gave strength.

When they thought that the forest was deserted

they saw the sprouting power of spring.

The fallen are replaced by others.

About turn!

They will stand when they are called.

Load rifle!

We're finished.

Gerda Fiil, Kirstine Sørensen.

Pack and get ready to travel to Germany -

- tomorrow the 15th of July at 4:30 a.m.

- Where in Germany are we going? - 21:00. Blackout.

Do you really think wooden boards will win the war?

Remember only one third is coffee. The rest is rye.

It's too hot, Gudrun. The rye smells.

You can smell it all over Jutland -

- but it's better than that ersatz stuff.

- "Ersatz is as good as it gets." - "But Hvidsten is the best."

It doesn't rhyme, but it's true.

- How many are coming tomorrow? - Fifty for coffee and cake.

It's our first big group in two weeks.

They'll close the inn if they find out we're roasting coffee.

I'll see if anyone is coming who would give a sh...

... give a hang.

Horsey!

Are you expecting guests for coffee?

No, not exactly for coffee.

But I can smell it. That's not good.

Is it?

We're always expecting guests. This is an inn.

You can't get many guests here.

We can't complain. People like good Danish food.

Let's see how long that lasts.

Hello, Ebbe Nielsen.

When are you bringing us the delicious Danish bacon?

I was on my way to you. Dinner is saved.

Wonderful. We'll see you there and have a beer.

I look forward to it.

Be careful.

You know what can happen. You are being watched.

What did Ebbe Nielsen want?

He thought we had guests for coffee.

And what did you say?

That we always expect guests for our good Danish food. Then he got angry.

- Your father would be proud of you. - Yes ...

I'm going to hear about the pardons from the reverend in Spentrup.

We'll soon have Tulle and Gerda home again.

Do you really think so?

Then we'll all be together here at Hvidsten.

They can't just disappear.

The bishop in Copenhagen stays in contact with the Foreign Ministry.

We'll find them.

Tulle and Gerda ...

... could be executed or starve to death without our knowledge.

Yes.

We have to hold our heads high, Gudrun.

We mustn't let fate bring us down.

Then let's hope God doesn't give us more than we can bear.

Yes.

GERMANY, KIEL

Keep walking.

Let's not take a room at that hotel. The heating is on much too high.

Shut up!

Keep walking.

Stop. Lock up the women. The men continue.

- Take care. - Move!

Stick together, girls.

Follow the path on the right.

It'll take you to the stairs that lead to the women's section.

But run for your lives.

Yesterday a prisoner was bitten to death by the loose dogs.

Now!

Run, Gerda!

Gerda! Get up!

Open up! We're Danish prisoners!

Are you mad? That's not how you treat prisoners of war.

You have committed crimes against the Reich, so you have no rights!

Jewelry, watches!

Get them prison uniforms.

Faster!

Move on!

Get undressed!

Take the youngest to the first floor. The solitary cell.

- No. No... - Gerda.

- Hold her. - Gerda.

- No! No! - It'll be alright.

- Gerda ... - No talking among prisoners!

Where am I to sleep? The Hotel Kaiserhof isn't vacant.

In the cellar.

Tulle? Tulle?

Gerda!

- Gerda! - Tulle!

Hurry! To the cellar.

I thought about running away.

You wouldn't get far in that outfit.

And you don't speak German.

A bit.

Like what?

Vielen Dank.

Ja.

Nein.

- Schönen Tag. - Gerda ...

So what are you doing here?

Come.

Stop!

Remove their handcuffs.

- You're lucky. - Lucky?

You're leaving Kiel.

We have to stay here.

And wait ...

... for the city to be razed to the ground.

I lost my whole family last night.

My father.

Mother.

My sister.

- Faster, soldier. - I'll pray for you.

Only the dead live here.

The prisoners are ready.

Move out!

Prisoners aboard.

Men to the right!

Women to the left.

Move!

Men to the right, women to the left.

Move!

Men to the right.

Move!

I'm terribly thirsty.

We'll have to wait till we get there. Hang in there.

Come over to the window.

- Are you Danish? - Yes.

I'm Tulle Fiil. This is my sister ...

Why not stay home and make money on Germans?

That's what you Danes are good at.

My husband and our brother and father were executed.

I've been sentenced to hard labor for life.

And Gerda for two years.

Do you think that's punishment for selling ice cream to the Germans?

I'm sorry.

We've been through so much.

We've been moved around for eight months from one prison to the next.

There were six of us.

Now it's just Gro and me.

- I don't think I'm going to make it. - Fiddlesticks.

We will celebrate the Liberation with our new Danish friends.

- My name is Gro Solberg. - How do you do, Gro?

- I'm Saga Bjørnholdt. - Saga.

Look who's been here before us.

"Pie Baastrup. Monica Wichfeld. Grete Jensen."

"If you see this, tell everyone that we're alive."

"May God go with you." They're alive!

How do you know them?

From prison in Copenhagen.

We are also alive.

Tulle Fiil.

Gerda Fiil.

Gro Solberg ...

... and Saga Bjørnholdt.

We girls have to stick together.

- Where are we? - I don't know.

Saga.

Saga?

I think it's best this way.

All prisoners out!

Everybody out!

No, no!

No!

Keep walking.

We don't have all day.

GERMANY, BÜTZOW, DREIBERGEN PRISON

- Gerda, we can do this. - Keep walking!

Put on prison uniforms.

Jewelry.

Do you have any jewelry?

Your friend in Kiel has it.

Hands. Hands!

You executed him.

Undress. Quickly!

- Take the girl to the cell. - No, they can't separate us!

- It'll be alright. - No!

Gerda, it'll be alright. I'll see you later.

Take her away.

- Yes? - The bed.

- It's locked. - You need to use a key.

Then please bring me a key.

Prisoners may not have a key.

Then how ...?

Use a nail.

I don't have a nail.

I don't have a nail!

No.

I won't let them.

I won't let them.

I won't let them.

I won't let them ...

For Gerda.

For Gulle. Come on now.

I won't let them.

I won't let them ...

Reverend Christensen. Can I get you some coffee?

No, thank you. Where is your mother?

In the stable. Shall I get her?

No, I have more home visits to make.

Tell her I'll come for lunch tomorrow with an important guest.

Goodbye.

- Don't get up. Gudrun Fiil. - Sophus Boas.

- It's a great honor to meet you. - And you.

Reverend Christensen says you're important.

Yes, well ...

Sophus Boas is a minister to seamen in Hamburg.

He and the Danish minister in Berlin have found -

- Danes and Norwegians in the German prisons and camps.

Bitten and I have had many disappointments.

I hope the reverend isn't giving us false hope.

These are the straws we've hoped to clutch.

And if they break?

I want honest answers.

Sophus Boas is afraid -

- that they are Nacht und Nebel prisoners.

- What does that mean? - Night and fog prisoners.

They disappear.

Neither the authorities nor the families know where they are.

Rumor has it that it's a secret decree issued by Hitler -

- solely to instill fear.

The Germans call them NN prisoners.

They disappear?

That could also mean ...

... that they are executed.

Yes.

Food.

- Please, please. My sister ... - Take your plate.

- Is she alive? - Take your plate.

Please.

Can I go and see her?

I haven't seen her for a month.

It's forbidden to communicate with other prisoners.

You're an enemy of the Reich.

But my sister ...

I want to see my sister.

Hands behind your back.

- Do you know where my sister is? - She's French, Gerda.

- Have you seen my sister? - Stop it. It's dangerous.

I don't understand. Don't talk to me.

On your knees!

She's probably dead.

No, but for you own and Tulle's sake, be quiet and keep moving.

Pigs!

The French whore.

I have children!

- Hello, Gro. - Hello.

Sophus Boas. I'm from the seamen's church in Hamburg.

- I have permission to visit you. - You may only speak German.

In the other prisons we speak Norwegian and Danish.

I have my orders. Only German.

Ma'am, will you at least allow me -

- to say the Lord's prayer with her in her mother tongue?

Yes, I'll allow it. But you should know that I understand Danish.

- And Norwegian. - Excellent.

Accept what the Lord gives ...

Cod-liver oil. You'll survive anything.

Save the Lord's gifts in your soul. Let us pray.

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.

Are Tulle and Gerda Fiil here?

Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.

I arrived here with them on 16 July on the train from Kiel.

- Give us this day our daily bread. - I'm in Gerda's cell.

And forgive us our trespasses -

- as we forgive those who trespass against us.

Tulle is gone. We don't know if she's alive. People are executed every day.

- Thine is the kingdom ... - She's coming.

... the power and the glory for ever and ever.

- Don't forget us. - Amen.

Guard. Take the prisoner back.

- That was a long prayer. - We use many Christian words.

May I?

On my list are also Kirstine Sørensen and her sister, Gerda Fiil.

They arrived here with Gro on 16 July by train from Kiel.

They are not on my list.

We were told about the prisoners just before we left Berlin -

- and we couldn't find a typewriter.

Who approved the list?

The Ministry of Justice on the telephone.

- Minister Otto Georg Thierack? - The very same.

The minister is a fine man.

However, ma'am, you can call the ministry -

- and confirm the names.

That doesn't mean the prisoners are here in Dreibergen.

Perhaps you could check if they are here, ma'am.

Housewife Kirstine Sørensen, née Fiil, born 1918.

Correct. She's on my list.

Waitress Gerda Fiil, born 1927.

Also on my list. Are they here?

Kirstine Sørensen and Gerda Fiil are here.

But you can't see them.

I have permission to visit the prisoners.

- Not protective prisoners. - Protective?

Do you mean that they are NN prisoners?

Can you tell me if they will stay here in Dreibergen, ma'am?

Kirstine Sørensen and Gerda Fiil can be transferred to other prisons -

- or executed.

Where are you taking her? She hasn't done anything.

She's only 17 ...

Get up.

Why does it have to make such a mess?

At least we don't have to clean up after the six men.

- Any more today? - Only the young girl. She's only 17.

Gerda!

We beheaded a 16-year-old last year.

She was Russian as well.

What is the 17-year-old?

Not Russian. We don't have any left.

Please, God, not Gerda.

- I bet she isn't Danish. - Why?

The young Dane is pardoned -

- and on her way home now.

Thank you for watching over Gerda.

I'm sorry, but the rails have been sabotaged.

- And right before we have to change. - We can't go to the movies, then.

Did he say sabotage?

- I don't understand. - Bum!

Kaput!

Auf Wiedersehen!

Nobody understands that gobbledygook.

My little Gerda.

Now life is worth living again.

Some girls on the train sang that song.

But I felt so old.

So different.

Get me that last plate.

Sorry.

Gerda ... Gerda.

You need to eat, sweetie.

Look what Marie has made.

There. Here we go.

How about some chives?

There you go. There.

You need to eat.

Gerda.

Gerda. There ...

There.

Gerda, what's the matter?

- What's all the shouting? - I don't know what to do.

- Tulle's going to die! - What's wrong, Gerda?

- Tulle! I need to find Tulle. - Calm down, Gerda.

Gerda!

Gerda.

You had a terrible nightmare.

Where am I?

Where am I?

But you're home in Hvidsten.

There.

Yes. We're all here.

Now, now, Gerda.

- Good morning, Reverend. - Good morning, Gerda.

- Good morning. - You're ready for the wedding.

The whole neighborhood is coming.

No one minds how much is slaughtered.

Two pigs are being cut up.

The butcher's taking up the whole yard.

The Germans won't get any pork.

How is Gerda doing?

Not very well.

I don't know if she'll recover.

She has terrible nightmares.

It's awfully difficult for Bitten.

Why do they have to ruin young people's lives?

"Begnadigung zur Zeit noch nicht möglich ist."

"Dr. Werner Best."

"No one can be pardoned at the moment."

I hope Dr. Best gets a refusal like that someday.

Tulle will enjoy the package, won't she?

Yes.

Your cookies will bring a lot of happiness.

And hope.

You're right, Reverend.

If you don't believe, there's no hope.

Sit down.

Is Gudrun Fiil in Hvidsten, Denmark your mother?

Gudrun Fiil is my mother.

This package is for Kirstine Fiil Sørensen.

Prisoner, for committing crimes against the Reich -

- you have a life sentence.

Therefore you have no right to receive packages.

You like this cookie jar.

Perhaps it reminds you of the home you'll never see again.

Your mother bakes fantastic cookies.

Don't you want to try it?

Hush now.

My little Gulle.

Gulle? Gulle? Easy now.

I'm right here.

Mom wrote a poem for you.

Yes.

Do you want to hear it?

Do you?

Are you ready?

"My very own, chubby and lovely child."

"My thoughts are always with you."

Yes.

"In my mind's eye, I see your rosy cheeks and eyes lit by a smile."

Do you want to hear more?

You're so impatient!

Right.

"You know nothing of the world and its pain."

"You are still happy and merry."

"And I hope ...

... and pray that you stay the same."

"And that happiness in your heart you will carry."

Do you like it?

Gulle?

Right.

Right.

Alright.

Do you want to hear more?

Do you want to hear more?

"I'm as far away from you as can be."

"But I'll never forget I'm your mother."

"Someday we will meet, my child and me."

"Until then you'll live in my heart like no other."

"Your little mother."

3 MONTHS LATER

Dear God, don't let it be me.

Dear God, don't let it be me.

"Goodbye. A thousand kisses -

- for my little Gulle and everyone at home."

"Your little mother and your Tulle."

Housewife Kirstine Sørensen.

Née Fiil in 1918.

Take her.

Come!

No. No!

"I'll greet him with joy when my heart ceases beating -

- and unto His kingdom my spirit is fleeting."

Beautiful words.

They must have loved each other very much.

I had hoped that Marius and I would lie together too.

They kill our families without mercy.

But they won't let us bury them.

Night and fog.

How can people be so evil?

Be cheerful, my heart.

And no longer be sad.

All that happens

will only make your heart glad.

If God will ordain it

let there be lightning and thunder.

The sun will shine again on the morrow.

GERMANY, COTTBUS, THE WOMEN'S PRISON

What the devil? It's Tulle.

- Pie? - Yes.

And Monica.

- Grete? - Yes.

Did you come on the train?

From Dreibergen?

- Are you thirsty? - Yes.

We travelled for three days.

Pie?

Pie?

Someone is screaming.

It's the French prisoners. They're afraid.

There's nothing we can do.

Go back to sleep.

It's empty. We shouldn't have washed our underarms.

But a stylish woman greets the day with style.

- The Germans couldn't care less. - But as the French say:

Bonne renommée vaut mieux que ceinture dorée.

Excuse me, Milady, I missed French class due to the pheasant hunt.

"A good reputation is better than a golden belt."

- Inspection! - Wake Tulle. Or they'll beat her.

Tulle, get up. It's inspection time.

- Get up, Tulle. - Straighten your back.

- Is she up? - Yes.

- What now? - Stand still. Be quiet.

The head guard is a devil.

She killed a prisoner with her cudgel.

- Pie! - I'll be like an angel.

- Inspection! - Celle 621 is occupied by four.

But we only have three tin spoons, three tin cups and bowls -

- and an empty water can and ...

One full shit bucket.

Crazy Danes.

Take the ... shit bucket.

What's 'shit bucket' in German?

My goodness. I needed that.

Tulle, don't eat all of it. It's all you'll get today.

But we get potato-peel soup tonight.

- And are hungry half an hour later. - Be fair. We get a pitcher of water.

To drink, wash and clean.

The screams I heard last night.

What were they?

Several women were abused by the SS in other prisons.

Unfortunately, some of them are pregnant.

When they give birth, they're afraid the Germans will find out.

How can you hide a baby?

The guards never enter the cells.

- What happens if they find out? - The worst thing possible.

They take the baby.

What do they do with it?

No one knows.

Grete.

It's alright.

What?

They shot Grete's husband and sent her daughter to an orphanage.

Oh no.

Don't you know where she is?

No.

She's only seven.

- She'll forget me. - What's her name?

- Myrna. - Myrna.

That's a lovely name.

Thank you.

She won't forget you.

A child doesn't forget its mother.

- Turn around, Tulle! - No talking!

Who is the mother?

Who is the mother of this child? Translate!

She wants to know who the mother is.

If the mother doesn't come forward -

- everyone in the cell will be executed.

If the mother doesn't come forward -

- everyone in the cell will be executed.

- I am the mother. - It is her child.

The child now belongs to the Third Reich.

Look down.

But they can't do that.

I can't take it anymore.

How are you?

We don't exist.

And they enjoy it.

Karen Blixen writes in 'The Deluge of Norderney':

"Be not afraid of absurdity."

Thanks.

You were sentenced to death too, weren't you?

Yes.

Why did you refuse to be pardoned?

Because it didn't apply to my condemned comrades.

Nonetheless I was pardoned.

Have you nothing to live for?

When I see a full moon ...

... I think of a ...

... particular night.

My older brother Jack and I ran as far as we dared...

... out on the cliffs at Donegal in our beloved Ireland.

It was as if we could walk on the moonlight.

And there beneath the moon ...

... we told each other our secrets and dreams.

Now Jack is dead. My children are grown.

I have lived life ... at full tilt.

So now I pray to God that I may end it at full speed.

How about you?

What do you see when you look at the moon?

I see everyone at home.

I see my little Gulle.

I can almost feel her chubby little arms -

- around my neck.

Do you see?

You girls have something to live for.

You will survive in the hope that you'll see your families again -

- in a free world.

That life force will ensure your survival.

- Isn't that so? - Yes.

This is London. The BBC is broadcasting to Denmark.

Disastrous Germans losses foretell an end to the war soon.

The Allies are in fierce battles -

- in Aachen, Germany and Lorraine, France.

The Russian advance continues -

- as the battle of Hungary goes on with hitherto unheard of force.

German cities are continuously bombed -

- and civilian morale is on the wane.

Eight Danes have died in the German concentration camps.

Many more will succumb -

- in the squalid conditions there.

Now a special message. Greetings to Yvonne, Jarl...

Mom?

Many are grieving just as we are.

And death is reaping souls in a meaningless way.

- But nothing will happen to Tulle. - Tulle is strong.

What if the prison is bombed?

If that should happen -

- we owe it to Tulle to give Gulle a good life.

CHRISTMAS 1944

Ready?

Do you want to place the star?

Yes, right there.

... holy night.

All is calm, all is bright ...

Round yon Virgin, Mother and Child

Holy infant so tender and mild ...

Silent night.

Holy night.

Son of God, love's pure light...

We're going to die here.

Guard!

The rules state that all conversation with prisoners must be in German.

The punishment for breaking it is 'dark cell'.

- But ... - Only in German.

Excuse me.

May I have permission to speak, ma'am?

Thank you.

I master the beautiful German language.

Can you check the rules to see -

- if I am permitted to translate word for word what we all say?

Very well. You have three minutes.

- Thank you so much. - Thank you very much.

Show no emotion at what I now say.

I'm very grateful to be here.

Denmark believes it will be over in three months.

I was in Denmark three months ago.

Gerda is at home and well.

Your little sister Gerda had a good time in Germany.

Send all my love to my mother and everyone at home.

Tell her that I'm also happy to be here.

Svend is in a camp in Denmark. Bjørn is in a German work camp.

Svend worked for the Germans in Denmark -

- and Bjørn works in Germany.

Your daughter is not in Germany but at your parents' and doing well.

Your daughter has a good German family -

- and is fond of her new parents.

Denmark and Sweden plan a rescue operation for Danes and Norwegians.

Denmark, Sweden, operation? What operation?

Ma'am, the reverend says -

- that Germany's counter-operation is victorious.

Danish and Swedish heroes are helping them and praise the Reich.

- Guard, take the prisoners back. - Let's go.

Monica ...

You have to sit up. Sit up.

- You're burning up. - What a mess.

The Russians.

Thanks.

I don't know about you -

- but I'd rather be rescued by a handsome American.

But a Russian prince will do.

I'd have liked to experience the Roaring Twenties with you, Monica.

It was ...

... one long magnificent party.

How will you celebrate the Liberation?

I'll put on a bright red dress.

And walk up and down the pedestrian street in Copenhagen.

- Out! - What's going on?

Pie, give me a hand.

Out of the cells! Let's go!

Monica.

The first car will suit me fine. It's always first class.

3 DAYS LATER

Have mercy.

Give us some water.

Are we all going to die?

Shut up, you nasty Polish whore.

They are from Auschwitz, Poland. They are the devil's mercenaries.

I just need some water.

Monica.

Monica, wait.

Please give us some water.

Show us that you're human too.

- You old cow! - Wait!

Of course we're human.

Here's some water.

Thank you.

Plenty of water.

Monica? Monica?

Monica!

Come here.

Look.

Lovely.

Tulle.

You are strong and beautiful.

Pie... Pie.

GERMANY, WALDHEIM, THE PRISON

10 APRIL 1945

We'll be murdered by the Russians. We have to flee.

It's the Führer's orders that all foreign prisoners must be executed.

Waste of time. They'll be shot like pigs -

- or raped when the Russians come.

Let's go! The Russians will be here in a few days.

We'll be executed if we don't follow the Führer's orders -

- and shoot the prisoners!

Let's ask the head guard if there are new orders from Berlin.

All prisoners out!

Everybody out! Let's go!

We'll do this with our heads held high.

Don't worry. Everything will be fine.

Welcome, girls.

Now go and get something to eat and then get on the bus.

What the hell was in that food?

Food.

I almost miss potato-peel soup.

- That gave us the runs too. - Yes, but not five times in a row.

This is the life.

- Gro! - Tulle? Is it really you?

Gerda? Is Gerda ...?

- She back in Hvidsten. - Thank God. Is she really?

We need to get your friend in the ambulance.

- I'll see you in Denmark. - Yes.

- Have a nice trip. - You too.

Norway's national anthem.

Denmark's national anthem.

Give it up, Danish girls!

What the hell is happening?

Damn it. I'll be right back.

- What's wrong? - It's the distributor cap.

- And we might have blown a gasket. - How long will it take?

- Ten minutes. - Put the flags out.

Right. Put them out.

Damn it.

- Engine trouble. - We'll soon be in the forest.

- Then we'll be out of danger. - But it's just us.

The Germans paint their trucks white with the red cross -

- and sneak into our convoys.

The Americans and Brits think anything white -

- belongs to the German army.

We'll be in Denmark in four hours, girls.

- Put the flags out again! - Shit! Get out.

The bloody Americans are attacking us!

Run for your lives!

They're coming back!

Tulle!

DENMARK, PADBORG QUARANTINE STATION

Excuse me, we need help over here.

22 busses are coming from Neuengamme with very sick people.

And a train with a thousand women from Ravensbrück.

Any questions?

- Excuse me. My name is Gudrun Fiil. - Can I help you?

I'm looking for my daughter, Tulle Fiil.

She came on a transport from Waldheim.

They arrived two hours ago.

But they were attacked by American and English fighters.

- We haven't registered them yet. - Come with me.

Here's some water.

We're looking for my daughter Tulle Fiil -

- who was on a transport from Waldheim.

Open your mouth.

- Thank God she isn't here. - You wouldn't want to find her here.

Try over in the huts. The ones who aren't ill are there.

And the dead?

Yes.

The dead are there as well.

Thank you.

Tulle.

Mom...

- Mom. - Tulle.

- My little girl. - Mom.

There now.

Gerda.

My dear little girl, what have they done to you?

WELCOME HOME TULLE

Right, Tulle.

Mom, I can't.

It's been too long.

It'll be alright, Tulle.

Go on.

My little Gulle.

- I've missed you so much. - Say hello to your mother.

She needs to get used to you.

Come to Mom.

I've missed you so.

Yes.

Childhood church bell

for the joy you brought me

I am grateful to my graying days.

Festive anthems

through my life you taught me

and awakened me to heaven's ways.

Yours was not

the busy city's pounding.

You were cast for my own village small

where the cries of children

gently sounding

blend with lullabies at evenfall.

In my harvest time

as I am seeking

for my restless soul a word of love.

Sound your message

clearly, softly speaking

with a voice from God in heav'n above.

Christmas morning

brought unbounded pleasure

to the memory of a village boy.

You announced the gift

of heaven's treasure

angel voices singing: Peace and joy!

Dearer yet

your Easter proclamation

"Like the golden sun" on Easter morn

sounding out across the land

and nation:

Christ is risen, and a faith is born.

When at night

I see the sun descending

dipping into distant ocean swells

then the sunrise

hope of life unending

comforts as I count your prayer bells.

Church bell, speak

in final echoes ringing

o'er my dust as loved ones watches keep

sound the hope

your voice was always bringing

"Like the harvest sun he went to sleep!"

When our defenses were broken down -

- and when the enemy occupied our country -

- and some countrymen were in the pay of the enemy -

- and when most people took no action -

- and were obedient to the King -

- others found the heartache too much to remain inactive.

They came from many places.

Also from Hvidsten and Spentrup.

They knew what it could cost them. And they paid the price.

Let us thank you eight men -

- whose dust lies at our feet.

You unobtrusive and reliable Jutlanders became heroes -

- when Denmark called.

You fought to give us freedom.

You died, so that we can live.

Based on the diaries, letters and accounts of the bereaved

Subtitles: Karen Margrete Wiin Dansk Video Tekst