Original subtitles

Hello there, I'm Anthony D'Ambrosio

the director of 'Triumph of the Heart'.

Before we start, I'd like to thank you, sincerely,

from the bottom of my heart, for supporting our efforts

in telling the stories of our saints.

Saint Maximilian Kolbe himself

had the desire to share the Gospel

through media and through film

and so we are so thrilled to be following in his footsteps.

Making a film takes millions of dollars

and many years to complete.

And so after this movie

we'll ask if you're moved,

please consider becoming a patron

of our work, to catalyze a new renaissance

of faith-filled filmmaking.

Now, as a friendly reminder

this streaming platform is for single household families

and viewing only.

It's not for group screenings or churches, so if you're

with a church, a group over 20 people

please, visit our website, triumphoftheheart.com

to search for a way to get a license.

Finally, I'd like to invite you

to join me in taking a moment of silence

to honor Saint Maximilian Kolbe

and those who lost their lives in Auschwitz.

And to prepare your own heart for

Whatever God wants to speak to you through this film.

Now, it is my honor to share with you

Saint Maximilian Kolbe's triumph of the heart.

- Come on, come on.

Come on.

Catch me.

Catch me.

Okay.

Then the damsel calls out in her moment of greatest need,

and just then who does she see?

Who?

- Andrzej the hussar.

He gallops in on his fine steed, armor blazing

in the morning sun, feathery wings roaring,

and he yells at the Ottoman in the black mask,

"Who art thou that threatens this fair maiden so?

Arm thyself, scoundrel,

and prepare to do battle, if ye dare."

- Come here and I will put you down like the dog you are.

- Then Andrzej, our hero, plunges his sword

to the very hilt through the Ottoman's chest.

- No, he only thinks he does.

In fact, he's a very poor swordsman and he trips,

lands on his back.

No.

That's not how the story goes.

- If they don't find him, then you go to the front.

- He couldn't have got out.

His shoes were in the barracks.

Who escapes without their shoes?

They just haven't found him yet.

- You know the rules.

Just as your Polish brother did before he fled.

I will choose 10 of you to starve

until the missing prisoner is found or until death.

Your brother traded your lives for his.

What does this tell you?

This backbiting is your nature.

Thank you.

No!

This one.

- Freddy!

- Don't take him!

- You want to die that badly?

Hm?

- Forward!

Hands.

- Forward!

No, not me!

- No, please, please!

- No, please, I've got a wife.

I've got children! No!

No!

Please, don't! No!

- Father, Father!

Father,

we can't find him.

He is gone.

They will find him.

- Stop.

Give it back to him.

- He needs it more.

- You can't save us.

Get back in line!

Halt!

I can take his place.

I can take his place.

He has children and a wife.

I'm a Catholic priest.

- Very well, sir.

You have proved nothing.

Welcome.

Three marks say they last at least four days.

Hm, maybe three days.

- Taken.

A parting gift from Fritzsch for a quick death.

Auf Wiedersehen.

- You bastards!

You cowards!

You German freaks!

You aren't even men - Stop!

- you pieces of shit!

- Stop!

- You carry on like that they will throw another one

in to die with us.

I'm telling you to save your breath!

- Who is the enemy here?

Our brother Poles?

Go on, kill each other.

That's exactly what the Germans want.

- Most of you are barely off the death train.

You haven't seen what happens to a man

when he starves, have you?

We will lose our minds.

And there's nothing dignified about this death, nothing.

- The man that they dragged out,

something bit him.

- We were assigned on duty here once.

We took the bodies out of this cell

to the crematory and it was...

- And what?

- They were covered by bite marks.

They did it to each other.

- You've heard what's in store.

We could end it together.

- That's temptation from the serpent.

Don't listen to him.

We must hold on to our hope.

- Hope?

Hope?

Spoken like a priest with soft hands.

Hope.

- I'd rather go out on my own terms.

I don't think I could.

- My friend, if dignity is what you want,

you won't find it by taking your life.

Let the men make their own decisions, Father.

- I'm a coward.

I wasn't before...

- ...this place.

Just give it a few more days,

and it will come easier.

- I'm sorry they threw you in here with me.

One of us is bad enough but...

God...

can you believe we made it through Łódź

just to bite it here in this shit hole?

Albert?

We are all going to die in here.

- One, two, one, two.

Okay.

One, two, one, two.

Harder. Stronger.

Left, right, left, right.

Faster, faster.

Good, good.

One, two, one, two.

One, two.

Come on, come on.

Good.

Well done.

Well done.

Now, Karl...

...do you know what this is?

A Reichsmark.

- No.

Today it is an Olympic medal.

My father gave it to me after one

of my matches when I was a boy like you.

We were not close like you and I,

but he taught me to be strong.

He said to be an Olympian you can't

let anybody stand in your way.

Not even your own father.

Here.

Put it in your pocket.

I love you, Papa.

Strength is a choice, Karl.

Come on.

Gisela, are you a princess?

- Yes, Daddy.

- He did so good today.

- Prisoner 16670.

He ran one of the largest papers

and radio stations in Poland.

Some German blood in him, turns out.

Can't imagine why you are curious about a dead Pole.

I know you can't imagine, Baer.

What are we here to do, hm?

To kill?

No.

We are here to break the will of Poland

so the Reich may reset the bone.

That is why I do what I do.

Yes, sir.

Don't yes me like an adolescent.

I want to watch this priest's will to live break.

When he degrades himself we'll spread

the story of his demise across Poland.

- In the meantime we must...

stamp out any show of spirit his little act might have inspired.

Go and devise one of your sick jokes,

perhaps with the women of the camp.

Make sure he hears it through his window.

- Dismissed.

- If we are to die together,

I suppose we should at least know each other's names.

I'm Maximilian.

My given name's Raymond.

- God, does anyone not know who he is already?

The man with the magazine!

How much good did that do for Poland, huh?

Well?

It landed you here, Priest.

It did that much.

What brought you here?

- Workers' Party.

I don't suppose you ever met one of us up close?

- Our differences are forgotten here.

We are just Poles in the end.

- There's so much you don't know.

- Corporal Freddy Kowalczyk, at your service.

This is Albert.

He talks like he is smarter than us because he is.

Saved my life more than once in Łódź.

Saved lots of us.

All the good that did.

- Peter.

- Hercel.

Go on.

This is Chaim.

You must forgive him.

The young have so much more to grieve than the rest of us.

He was one of my students before this.

- You were a teacher?

- Science. Torah.

A communist, a Catholic and a Jew dying

together in the same room.

Where's the punchline?

Brothers...

we are dying, yes,

but we don't have to die like animals.

We can die as men if we fix our eyes on God.

- God is dead.

They killed him in the first bombing.

Let's just get it over with.

Killing yourself is just another murder.

- You killed yourself when you came into this cell.

What?

Are we men or are we cattle?

I say no.

We have our voices.

These are all the weapons we need

to make our last days count.

- No one cares what we do now.

We are erased from history.

Life is meaningless.

I care.

I do.

Listen, I'm founding a militia.

There is no pay but it could upset some Germans.

We will pray for the camp, until we can't pray anymore.

We have nine spots open.

Who'd like to join?

- What hope can I give them?

You stripped everything from Job,

and when he cried out,

you only answered with another question.

Where were you,

son of man,

when I set the world on its foundations?

Holy Mother,

you called me here.

Give me the words they need.

- Words are not enough.

Words are not enough.

Where's Papa?

- It's okay, Mama is here.

Mama is here, it's okay, sweetie.

It's okay. I'm here now. - ♪ Hail Holy Queen ♪

Don't worry. - ♪ Hail Holy Queen ♪

Don't worry, honey.

♪ Mother of Mercy, ♪

♪ Hail our life, our sweetness and our hope. ♪

♪ To you do we cry, ♪

♪ Poor banished children of Eve. ♪

♪ To you do we send up our sighs, ♪

♪ Mourning and weeping ♪

♪ In this vale of tears. ♪

- Rat!

Rat!

- Where? Rat?

Damn it.

- You dirty good-for-nothing gypsy!

- You spent more water than you gained.

- Please!

This could be the last sleep of my life.

Can we have peace?

- They are at least going to give us water?

Aren't they?

♪ Hail, Holy Queen ♪

♪ Mother of Mercy ♪

What is this horrible noise?

Lullaby.

My mother sang it to us.

- I wish your mother had passed

on her singing voice to you too.

♪ Hail our life ♪

♪ Our sweetness and our hope ♪

- What?

My grandmother sang it to me, too.

Don't judge a book by its cover.

I sang first chair in Cathedral Boys' Choir.

Sang like an angel, too.

♪ To you do we cry ♪

♪ Poor banished children of Eve ♪

♪ To you do we send up our sighs ♪

♪ Mourning and weeping ♪

♪ In this vale of tears ♪

♪ Turn then most gracious advocate ♪

♪ Thine eyes of mercy towards us ♪

- Karl, Karl.

Please.

- Ministry of Propaganda.

Can you imagine?

Yes.

- Heil Hitler.

Heil Hitler.

- Ah, Herr Minister.

I've heard of a position for us in Berlin.

And I've heard of this game you are

you are playing with a priest.

When will you have a story for us?

No more than a week.

Hm.

If you turn him into a martyr,

you might want to look into a heavier coat

because you'll be headed to Russia

not to Berlin.

It's all in hand.

- If you cannot sleep,

you could at least tell us your stories.

I'll be happy to hear your confession.

They've come for me!

They're here for me!

- Chaim, wake up.

- Oh, thank God.

Have you spoken to the Office of Workers?

Chaim, wake up.

I think we have a dead one.

Get up!

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

No!

No, no!

No, no!

- They truly are dogs.

- Maximilian!

You came!

Did the Japanese not feed you?

Come.

Have you met Aleksy, the new benefactor of our cathedral?

- Kolbe, when you two finish

I would like to talk to you

about putting in a good word for the cause in your paper.

- Maximilian, why don't we speak in my office?

- Before you go, a small memento

of our party's appreciation for your work.

No need to thank me.

We'll talk after, huh?

Germany or Russia will invade again soon.

This is nothing new for Poland.

- And at that point your paper

will not be what our people need.

- Do you object?

- To your politics?

Of course not.

But answer me this.

Why do fascists and communists spring up like grass

from every crack in Warsaw's pavement,

despite all the good work that you do?

This is not a rhetorical question.

I'd like to hear your answer.

- Our church has grown too comfortable.

- No, modern man is isolated.

He's ravenous to belong to something.

Admit it, my friend,

our words are not enough now.

Stay in Poland.

Let them feel your presence.

Let them see your love.

- We write of God's love in every paper.

- Yes, but you seem to forget

that the Word became a man, not a magazine.

- When we were young friars in seminary,

we thought it would be good to try and fast for all of Lent.

We made it two weeks, just water.

But we found the most unexpected comfort during that time.

- Here comes the sermon.

- At dinner time we used to sit

up in our beds and talk about our last meal.

I always chose my mother's kotlet schabowy,

with homemade bread with salted butter.

- Oh, that is torture.

- Chicken braised with French burgundy wine,

with speckgrieben, lardons,

with mushrooms and garlic.

You're a man of fine taste.

Were you a chef?

No.

My...

My partner was.

- Before I left for Cambridge,

my girl Margaret said I needed

a proper introduction to English tea.

She made me the most perfect scones.

Yeah, I would have those

with English tea and bacon.

- My mother's milk.

- What?

- Cows.

My mother raised milk cows.

You thought I meant...

No.

No.

I can't think anymore.

- I don't think I will...

be able to be with you all much longer.

- Whatever is on the other side,

save us some beer.

- Besides, if they don't give us water tonight,

we're all following you.

- Wouldn't that be a sight for sore eyes?

All of us arriving at the Pearly Gates together at once

like a group of scoundrels

at a bar looking for a cold one?

- In the past months

I have seen...

...noble men

lose their humanity.

I could not remember

that there was any goodness left in the world.

And then

what he did yesterday

made me remember.

You...

You've got chutzpah, Father.

- Maximilian, I may not have another evening left,

but I would very much like to join your militia.

- What do you say, Max?

You are welcome.

- Then I am at peace.

Hercel...

can we pray together?

With a priest?

Yes.

- Into death, and beyond it.

- Into death, and beyond it.

Jonas, sing with me.

- Albert, please, please!

Please don't, don't leave me!

Don't leave me, Albert!

Stupid!

- Rat!

No sleep?

No.

I wish we could have just one drink.

- I wish we could have just one cigarette.

- You smoke?

- Never.

But now would be a good time to start, wouldn't it?

Thanks.

My father would have killed me

if he saw me with this cigarette, really.

- I can see where you get it.

Can I ask you a question?

- Sure.

- What is it like to have people know you for your writing?

- It's overrated.

- I doubt that.

I had a novel that was almost done.

I was going to add my name to the annals of history

beside the greats like...

Mickiewicz.

With a street to be named after me

right next to Chopin Street.

- Why did you leave?

- The news.

When they came on the radio

and said that Germany had invaded I was with Margaret.

She was better than me.

Beautiful, pure.

I wanted to win honor and return as a hero,

as someone worthy of her.

- It's good to stand for something.

- It was an illusion.

The story they tell to young men like me

to get them to leave their women

and bleed out on charred fields.

I could be a coward.

And be back with Margaret right now,

holding her in my arms.

And now I don't even get to say goodbye.

- You will see her again.

If they find the escaped man or if not...

in Heaven.

- I wonder,

where have you been these past two years

to believe in heaven or God?

Certainly you couldn't have been living in this world.

The world of starvation and children dying in a cage,

the strong win, the weak die.

Here to live you have to steal

a bowl of soup from someone else.

- I understand you.

And you don't think I have anger, Albert?

My life's work now is ash.

The Poland I loved is seduced and enslaved,

just when she frees herself from Russia

we are invaded by Germany.

Has God abandoned us?

- You doubt?

- My God, my God, why have you abandoned me?

You know who said that?

I'm just grateful that I have a Savior

who came to be with me in my suffering.

- Oh my God.

It's raining.

What, what, what, what?

- Pay up.

Three marks.

- Hold your horses, the bet is not up until tomorrow.

- You're stalling.

- One for me. - Leave him alone.

- Better for you if we take the bodies.

We don't want anyone to get a taste for meat.

Just like the "Triumph of the Will."

Here.

There we go.

That's my boy.

We have guests.

March, march, march.

March.

- Commandant, Heil Hitler.

Your prisoners from Cell Block 11 are singing.

Officer Baer requests permission to shoot them

to end the disruption.

You heard him.

- We won't kill you, but we can make your stay worse.

Much worse.

No more singing.

No more singing.

- Father?

Father?

- We are victors.

- Well, that's an overstatement but,

I admit it felt good.

- How can you laugh?

How can you say we're victors?

My wife is out there somewhere dying.

Did your song save her?

Did it?

- Maybe it didn't save her from her pain.

Maybe it showed her that she's not alone.

- Sarah?

- Yes, honey of my lips?

I fixed your coat.

- Star of my night, thank you.

- Go on, put it on.

Like Joseph.

- A many-colored coat.

Are you trying to get rid of me?

- What is wrong?

Sarah, it has been so cold.

I don't think I can do it anymore.

Do what, my love?

- Live.

I don't think I can live anymore.

I couldn't protect us.

- You put yourself together, you took care of us, hm?

All the way through.

- It feels like the coldest day in winter.

- It's the hunger.

No food to burn.

If we're going to survive, we cannot do it like this.

We must gather together.

- Come beside me.

♪ Hail Holy Queen ♪

♪ Mother of Mercy ♪

♪ Hail our life ♪

♪ Our sweetness and our hope ♪

♪ To you do we cry ♪

♪ Poor banished children of Eve ♪

Your brothers have not eaten

anything but broth for weeks.

Please, let's skip a week.

How can we rest if our enemy does not?

- But your brothers,

they joke that you love the paper more than you love them.

- We are soldiers.

We must behave like it.

Br. Francis! It's my fault.

It's my fault.

- Rat!

- Oh, a rat! - I seen it.

Where? - Rat!

- It's over there! - Rat!

- Kill it. Go! - Rat!

Rat! Rock!

- Holy shit, Father.

- What?

- Get back.

It's for all of you.

I'll share. Wait.

Whether it is a rat or foie gras,

it doesn't matter a bit.

We are going to say grace.

Thank you God for this food.

Amen.

- Okay, okay. - Hey, hey, hey, hey.

- How long have we been in here?

- We're on our fourth day.

And today everything changes.

- What are you talking about?

- 'Til this moment we've only been hungry.

But today we will begin dying.

The madness comes next.

But it's already on the doorstep, isn't it?

What are you doing?

- We should grind it to dust while we still have some sense.

- He wants to burn the bridges?

- He's right, give it back to him.

We should be done with it.

- We need it in case anyone wants

to make one of us his personal dinner.

- None of us will stoop so low.

- No, we all saw the body they dragged out of here, right?

- Who's to say if someone goes insane

it's not going to be you?

- Keep the stone.

I'm going to pray.

- You're making it too easy for him.

- Karl, come inside, it is too cold.

- Leah?

Leah, come out here.

Go get the dinner, let us have it out here.

Come to think of it, I'm not hungry.

What is troubling you, Fritzsch?

- You know, it is cold, isn't it?

This God forsaken country.

- The priest is on your mind again?

- It is a scandal, Franziska.

A scandal.

I should shoot him now.

- It was quite genius, truth be told,

walking out of line, daring you to shoot him like that.

Still, he dares you just by living.

- Tell me how are they still alive with no food

and no water after four days?

This is of great concern to me.

- What was that?

Nothing.

Trick of the eyes.

Trick of the eyes, trick of the eyes,

trick of the eyes, trick of the eyes, trick of the eyes.

Please, make it go away.

- What did you see?

- I don't know if I believe in heaven,

but I believe in hell.

Father...

I want to confess.

No.

I don't have anything to say that the rest can't hear.

- All right.

In the name of Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

- I may be a communist,

but truly, I wanted to be rich all my life.

This...

This...

This bourgeoisie farmer, Vasyl,

he would pass us on his coach

with his reindeer-skin coat,

his shining hat and his driver

while we shivered with our bare heads

and holes in our gloves.

So, one time we were waiting for him,

I took everything.

I told this story so many times.

Laughing.

The next winter he came to my house

begging for flour,

with his starving daughter by his side,

this little girl.

So, I sold him the flour.

Flour from his own wheat

with his starving daughter standing right there.

- Are you sorry for the girl's sake or for your own?

- I'm sorry for both.

- Will you remove from your heart

envy and resentment so that you do not sin again?

- Yes.

- Through the ministry of the Church,

I absolve you from your sins.

In the name of the Father and of the Son,

and of the Holy Spirit, Amen.

You're forgiven.

Go in peace.

- If I'm going to die,

I'd like to say my piece if that's all right?

Please, can we be done with this nonsense?

- Yes, be done with this foolishness.

Let it be, Jonas.

- Thank you.

What is a man to do when

his wife has aged from lover to mother?

Of course I loved her.

But a man cannot be expected when he meets

a woman like Andzelika,

who needed help to not be helpful.

- Go on.

- Before all this, she was someone of note in Germany.

- She was a bloody spy.

- Don't talk about her like that.

She was trying to get away from a husband who beat her.

She said she could help me land back

on my feet after the invasion.

I loved her.

And she kissed me

and she said she just wanted me to feel safe.

All I had to do was give up the names of the Poles.

- I knew it.

You kraut-loving son of a- - Freddy, stop.

Let him speak.

- I made the list to be with her.

And now I'm a murderer,

and I don't know if I can be forgiven.

- He cannot be forgiven.

He betrayed Poland.

- Of course, of course all things can be forgiven.

- Your name was on the list, Maximilian.

I gave them your name,

and the names of your brothers.

- What?

How?

Why?

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

You weren't a man someone could work with.

Oh, oh,

it is so funny, isn't it?

That we are all here.

The joke of it.

Can't you see?

You want to wave your hand, say a man is forgiven.

But all the while, you don't admit

that you have blackness in your own heart.

Kolbe, you are just one of us.

I'm sorry.

- I forgive you, and I'm sorry.

I realize I must confess as well.

My father was a beautiful man.

He taught me to be strong and work.

When my brother went missing in the war with the Russians,

my father went looking for him and never came back.

I was so angry.

- Is this how you Catholics do confessions?

Just telling your life stories, going on and on?

- The faith was war for me.

In Japan when my brothers fell sick,

I pushed them to run the presses anyway.

The only people I had time for

were other Catholic soldiers.

That's why I wouldn't speak with you.

That's why God called me here.

It's because of you, to be with you.

Will you forgive me?

- I forgive you, Father.

- Father, there's not any other man

I'd rather be next to at the end.

- I absolve you from your sins.

In the name of the Father, and of the Son,

and of the Holy Spirit, amen.

- Thank you for everything.

Well done, my good and faithful servant.

Come and enter into your Master's rest.

- Albert?

I don't suppose either of us makes it out,

but if you do,

you remember that promise you made me?

Take care of my ma.

- I promise.

And if you outlive me-

- Make love to Margaret for you?

No.

No.

Get a message out.

Get it out to Margaret,

that I'm sorry.

Brother.

You're all I have.

Albert...

what if they find the escaped prisoner after all,

rotting in some shit hole they haven't checked in yet?

- Shit hole.

- I think soon I'll take the children home.

- We'll return as a family when I'm reassigned.

- The power of life and death in your hands,

and you cannot bear to be alone.

- We stay together.

I'll hear no more of it.

Heil Hitler.

You found what?

Out!

- What?

- Albert?

Albert!

Come back to me.

- No, that's not how the story goes.

- Remember?

It's time you go home.

Home.

Albert!

Albert!

Stupid!

I hate you!

Albert!

The radio priest.

Good evening.

- Who are you?

- We have found your fugitive prisoner.

In the latrine.

Barefoot.

- So let this end.

Let us go.

- You surely realize I cannot do that now

after what you have done, 16670.

- You could.

- No, you are a man of media.

You know the power of stories.

- Why did you let me step forward?

You shoot everyone else.

- It was an experiment.

If you hadn't volunteered,

or sang your songs, perhaps I'd let your friends go free.

Hm

But it seems your love

and the love of your God has condemned them.

It's your blood bath, not God's.

Blood is what nature responds to.

If that unsettles you perhaps

you should have a word with your Creator.

- Love.

Love is what nature responds to.

- All your love has accomplished

is your own death and the death of your brethren.

- You did something.

What did you do?

- You're just trying to get out of your bet.

I did nothing.

- Pull it out.

- You want to hear something funny?

We found the escaped prisoner.

Yes, we did.

Do you know where we found him?

In the latrine.

- Then let us go.

Let us go.

Let me see my son.

No.

Ask him why.

Ask him.

- What do you know?

What do you know, tell us?

- Fritzsch was here last night.

What did he say?

- Only lies.

- What did he say?

- He said he couldn't let us leave because of our songs.

- I told you.

I told you, I told you!

- He was making it up to get in our heads.

- I'm sorry.

Misha?

Fire!

- I couldn't save him.

I couldn't save him.

My son.

He's already...

He's already...

- You don't know that.

- How can you still hope, Father?

- I saw heaven once,

in a fever dream in Japan.

I was on the path in the forest.

And the Virgin was there.

She beckoned.

And I walked with her until we came to a house.

I opened the door,

and what do you think I saw?

A wedding.

The party I had wanted to be invited to for my entire life.

Everyone was drunk, but not on wine,

and there was singing.

And Jesus himself was dancing the polka.

And so was my father.

Before I knew it, the pretty maiden had grabbed me

and pulled me to the dance floor.

And we danced all night.

I never told anyone about that.

- If God lets all this happen

just to see if we are worthy to go to heaven,

then he is evil.

- Love is the realest thing.

No one can take that from us.

Even now.

- What are you playing?

- I don't know.

- What are you playing, huh?

- I don't know! - That is the anthem

of our enemy.

Where did you learn it?

- How could you? - Tell me, speak to me!

- Commandant, Heil Hitler.

- Open the door.

- Why are you holding on, hm?

What is it you think you have to hold on to?

- What are you going to do, huh?

What are you going to do?

- I'm not here to kill you.

I'm here to show you the truth.

Look.

Your beloved Warsaw, Łódź.

All shells.

If you think England is coming to your aid,

well, here is England.

We have won.

There is nothing left of the world but the Reich.

And your sweethearts are trying to forget you.

Probably swelling with a German baby right now.

And they will forget.

Why? Because we have the schools, the cinema.

We have the radio.

Goebbels has already recruited ten thousand Polish boys

for the German Army.

Poland is dead.

So do yourselves a favor,

and leave your meaningless little lives behind.

Oh, you want to look, huh?

You want to see more closely? - Poland still

lives.

There, you see?

- Freddy!

Freddy!

No!

No!

No, no.

Don't leave me!

Don't leave me, Albert!

Albert!

Albert!

Albert!

- Margaret!

- Albert!

No, don't. Don't!

- Let go!

Please!

- Let him do it, Father!

Let him do it.

- Don't! - Let him do it.

He's already dead.

- Would you give it to Misha?

- What did you say?

- Would you give it to your son?

- I've got it, I've got it.

- Just let me go.

- Albert?

Do you know what inspired me to step out of line?

I saw your love for Freddy.

You inspired me.

I believe that somehow, somewhere on the other side

of this savage life

everyone who has gone before us

is watching from the stands

beholding this moment.

Freddy is there.

Don't give up.

Finish the race.

Thank you.

Into death, and beyond it.

Into death, and beyond it.

- Hey, hey.

- What do you want?

- They've been singing again comin' from the cell block.

- What of it?

- Your pa might still be alive.

It's been eight days.

- Hm.

Good to see you're well.

- Still alive you say?

Hm.

- Yes, Commandant.

- Officer Baer.

Is this perhaps one of his jokes?

Does he taunt me?

This is not possible without food and water.

All prisoners must return back

to their barracks!

All prisoners not compliant will be shot!

All prisoners not compliant will be shot!

The night racks my bones.

And the pain that gnaws me takes no rest.

Friend and neighbor you've taken away.

My one companion is darkness.

How are you still alive, hm?

How are you alive?

- My Lady.

- I used to pray for a miracle.

Now I pray that death comes swiftly.

Is that wrong?

- You are a good man, Jonas.

I'm so proud of you.

- Thank you, Kolbe.

We won.

- Your family, they're waiting for you.

- I see them, I see them.

Strong.

Strong.

Look at me, look at me.

I am ready.

For Margaret.

- Into death. - And beyond it.

- Don't look at me, Priest.

Look down.

- We have fought the good fight.

We have finished the race.

We are free.

"Dear Margaret, when I was with you,

I believed that good always wins,

and that the happy ending was there

for anyone who had faith.

I am sorry. I should have never left you.

And now I am not coming back.

But I want you to know somehow in this ugly end,

we have triumphed.

I believe you would be proud to see

that I've become the good man you always saw in me.

I offer my suffering for you and your future children.

And I'll see you again someday.

Into death, and beyond it.

Yours, Albert."

Saint Maximilian Kolbe and this story...

it saved my life.

And I believe that it has the power to restore hearts

and to heal and to bring God's love

to millions throughout the world.

We are living, right now, in a crisis of hope.

And I know this personally, because I was sick

and I had lost the will to live.

But, my discovery of this story

really brought me hope and brought me out of my darkness.

And I made this film

so that others like me can experience

that love of Christ that I experienced in this story.

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