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The messengers are here, sir.
Private Skwira reporting, sir.
I have a message for Major Sucharski.
Major Sucharski is tired
and resting.
What's new? Report...
Tczew and Grudziadz have fallen.
German soldiers are invading Gdansk today.
We don't have a complete picture
of the situation.
Captain, listen!
Today, September 3, 1939, France and England
declared war on the Germans...
Hear that?
Stefan, inform the troops!
Make sure they know we're not alone.
What's new, Karol?
Has Major Sucharski had anything to eat?
Nothing. He has no appetite.
At least bring him a hot drink.
I was just about to get water.
Please let me take charge
over my base again.
You know that's very dangerous.
Alright, try.
Yes, sir.
I have a request...
I have a son. If I--
- You won't die, Benek.
That's an order. Understand?
To the end, to the end...
"And they were freed,
"four angels...
"ready for the hour...
"the day, the month, and the year.
"And I heard a voice...
"from a fourth figure...
"which said...
"Come... come...
"Kill me!
Come kill me!
May this day be the last."
What's going on here?
Leave him!
Is that an order?
He's had enough!
Don't untie him,
or he'll kill us all.
You won't
push around my men!
- This is my guardhouse!
- Platoon Buder!
Back to your posts!
You will both die.
Did you finally understand?!
You're a guest here.
And I'll teach you good manners.
Leave it.
The Germans have entered sector one's
blind spot. Gryczman can't see them!
What's going on over there?
- It's probably torn down again.
- Why aren't they shooting?!
Officer Gryczman.
No, we can't see them.
I understand.
The Germans are here.
Hit the ground, everyone!
Hit the ground!
Next time
you don't fire at the enemy,
I'll consider it treason! Understood?
Yes, sir.
And I won't hesitate
to shoot you myself!
Yes, sir.
- You're going back to your base.
- Yes, sir.
Maybe the power plant
is operational?
You'll change the boys.
- What?
- Change.
You return to the barracks.
Finally, I'll get some sleep.
Alright, boys, let's go.
- They're coming.
- Who? Germans?
No, our guys.
To the power plant.
Alright, let's go.
We've got Germans
at the power plant.
- How many?
- How the hell should I know!
We have to get rid of them.
When we get rid of them,
we can count them.
- Shoot!
- They'll destroy us!
When they catch us,
they'll kill us.
Don't shoot! We're Polish!
It's a trap. Don't believe them.
Exit, one by one.
Hands behind your head!
These are my men.
Drop the rifle!
Drop it!
Why are you...
shooting at your own?
At your own friends!
Sir, we wanted to come back,
but they kept bombing, so...
And...
you finally came back.
Captain, they're calling from
the power plant.
Dabrowski, report.
Yes, sir.
Who will do it?
- You got the order.
- But now you're in charge.
So I'm supposed
to shoot my men.
Let's go.
Stop.
You first.
Go.
They're running away.
Don't shoot!
STRONG, SET,
READY TO GO
What are you doing?
Pick that up.
Yes, sir, Captain, sir.
At ease.
Westerplatte is still fighting.
Fighting like hell.
Sit down.
Sit down!
23 years old...
wife and son.
Boy from Kielc.
Had to die.
Damn postman from Lodz.
Wanted to sail to America.
What...
too young to live?
And these I don't even know.
Too late.
The Germans will crush us.
Know why, sir?
Know why?!
No.
Then I'll tell you.
We, officer...
don't deserve to win.
Stand up, soldier!
So shoot me, it's all the same.
You're finally here.
How's our situation?
Soldiers' morale is good.
They want to fight.
We can defend ourselves
for quite some time.
Ammunition and food surplus
should last for weeks.
Then what?
The French and British
will come by night? Yes?
Do you know they've
declared war on the Germans?
I'm in charge. Or have you forgotten?
Or maybe you forgot to inform me
about something?
The British and French
will soon help us.
The Germans are idiots, right, Kuba?
Sorry, Major,
I don't understand.
Think they didn't mine
the Danish Straits?
There's still the air force.
So far, I've only seen German planes.
Eight soldiers died in the air raid.
That's a lot.
- I thought that...
- I don't think I want to know what.
Eight at once...
is a lot. Too many.
You're forgetting about
German losses, which are huge.
This is war.
You have to be prepared
for the closest bullet to get you.
Who said that? Still remember?
I was thinking solely about myself.
I am an officer of the Polish Army
and I'm prepared to die.
Those young men don't deserve
to die in such a senseless way.
They're not dying for nothing...
What makes you so sure?
Yesterday I transferred
the command station to sector 6.
We're waiting there for you...
after you finish freshening up.
So Sector 5 is down. One more powerful
offensive and the Germans will invade.
They won't succeed.
There's a new outpost.
Major, Warsaw has just
announced...
Westerplatte is still
standing.
That's new... I probably wouldn't
have known without them.
That's why they're playing
church music.
- All of Poland believes in us.
- How are the French?
Strange, but they're not talking
about fighting.
No messages. As if everything was normal.
As if there was no war.
Captain...
you've been lying to your men.
I'm making sure
they don't break down,
because that would mean the end.
This is the end!
But you don't understand.
Or you refuse to.
Captain...
I've got strong "Farmers Tobacco"
in my office, come over.
I have something for you.
This is soil from my father's grave.
If I die, please bury me with it.
Managing okay?
Gangrene will eventually kill
all the wounded,
and I'm powerless.
Soon they'll start dropping
like flies.
Will you tell Kuba?
He knows.
He'd rather die than give up.
For later. Tobacco from Galicia.
But this... keep it close.
- It's an honor, Major.
- Go.
Or not... Enough is enough.
Tell Piotrowski to convene
all the officers tonight.
There'll be a meeting.
- What are these two doing here?
- They were panicking, so...
Captain Dabrowski ordered them
locked up in here.
Morale is
the most important.
Those two are a bad influence on everyone.
Okay, let them stay.
Captain... Major... tanks...
Tanks are coming!
Put armor-piercing tape.
- Those aren't tanks.
- What?
Those aren't tanks, dammit!
Armoured train?
Go for it...
Masks.
Have the soldiers put on masks.
- It's fuel.
You can't be sure.
Order all soldiers to wear masks.
Not necessary.
Remember, there's a meeting in an hour.
Don't piss me off, Buder!!!
There won't be a change!
We don't have soldiers!
But Major, you promised
you'd send a change...
I'm countermanding
Major Sucharski's order.
And that's that! Period!
Back to your posts.
But I was supposed to lay out
the situation.
You're no longer needed.
Get some sleep.
Not too many of us.
Did you back out
the endangered guardhouse?
No need.
The fire's dying out.
So, what are we waiting for?
Good thing you're here.
How does the harbour situation look?
We're holding them off.
Any new radio reports?
The news is...
getting worse.
That's irrelevant.
The situation is dire.
We all know that.
I think tomorrow,
we should surrender.
I want your opinion.
Lieutenant?
Major, doesn't that medal...
obligate you to anything?
Is that all...
you have to say?
Captain.
The wounded should be
hospitalized ASAP.
I've been saying so for days.
But as usual, nobody listens.
I think we could still
hold out.
I assume complete responsibility.
As of now, we've been fighting
for 114 hours.
We've done everything we can.
Please prepare the soldiers to surrender.
Hand out clean uniforms,
have them shave.
We will not capitulate.
Westerplatte is standing strong.
Tomorrow, our victorious
white-and-red flag will fly.
Why are you countermanding my orders?
Yesterday, Sector 1 was to be changed.
We don't have enough soldiers.
Too little... With this type of command,
soon we won't have
any fit soldiers to fight.
Someone has to be in command!
There has always been one leader.
The sooner you accept that,
the better.
Are you threatening me?
I order you...
to send a change to sector 1.
I refuse.
Wait!
I'll make sure that when the war's over,
you'll be court-martialed.
Let's go!
Wait!
Come back! That's an order!
Hear me?
They're fighting next to Sieradz
and Plock.
On the North, the Germans
crossed the Narew River.
The coast is cut off.
They're approaching Lvov...
and are already next to Krakow.
That's all we know from listening in
on German radio transmissions.
What does the Polish radio say?
Our transmissions offer less detail,
but the info is generally the same.
Generally...
So we still know nothing.
We know enough to make a decision.
I understand that,
aside from Lieutenant Grodecki,
you all agree the time has come to surrender.
Our fight doesn't have perspectives.
You called a meeting
without my knowledge.
You're late.
Our decision to surrender is near-unanimous.
True, near-unanimous,
because not everyone here is
a coward. Right, Captain?
Are you going to shoot me?
No, first you shoot me.
Then you can surrender.
I should've expected that.
This meeting is over, gentlemen.
Back to your posts.
Remember, there can only be
one decision.
I know my duties.
Fight to the end,
but where is the end?
Where are the borders?
The border is here,
in Westerplatte.
Kuba...
You don't understand.
If you knew...
No need. At ease.
There was a meeting,
which I forgot to tell you about,
or maybe I simply didn't want you
to attend.
We're not giving up.
We'll never give up.
We're still alive,
and still fighting.
And dying.
What are you doing here?
- I wanted to...
- Why did you leave your station?
I wanted to know
what's going on.
And the soldiers are alone?
Go back immediately.
Yes, sir.
Now we all have to fulfill
our duties the best we can.
You there, and us here...
and that is the best way.
So, stay calm, as is expected
of every proper Polish woman.
I resumed my letter
on the seventh day of battle.
I tried to fulfill my duties
as best as I could.
Maybe history will be the judge,
but my soldiers proved that
they are the best sons on Earth.
For seven days...
they presented their superhuman
manhood and toughness.
As I write these words,
they still don't know
the inevitable end is near.
They are still not aware that
the seventh day defending this peninsula...
...is their last.
Perhaps, with my knowledge, I should
have stopped fighting on the first day,
after 12 hours.
I don't know why I didn't.
I alone lacked the courage
to simply be brave enough
to end this slaughter.
I hope the souls
of the young men who died here...
forgive me.
Shoot!
- They've figured us out, I can't.
- Back to position!
Kuba...
even yesterday, I thought...
You can't even hear Warsaw
on the radio.
The injured and dead make up
almost 50% of our troops.
Even you.
Don't misunderstand.
We should fight...
I was just looking for you.
Come on.
Smell that?
It's getting worse every day.
It's gangrene, Kuba.
Send a messenger to all bases.
Let everyone know
we're surrendering.
Call everyone to the barracks.
Yes, sir.
Please, follow me.
Do you see, my friend,
what's left of us?
Call off the order.
It's not too late.
Don't you get it?
It's not about me.
I'm not afraid of death.
Call off the order!
It's too late, Kuba.
It's all over.
Wait!
Call off the order!
Mr. Piotrowski...
Have the messengers been sent?
I ordered messengers to be sent.
It's my call. My own decision.
Yes, sir.
Hang the white flag.
Then I have a job for you guys.
Connect me with the bases.
- Major, we don't have connection.
Only the fort works.
- Connect me with them.
Command is on the line.
Rygielski, reporting.
Listen closely.
Lodz, Czestochowa, Krakow, Poznan,
and Bydgoszcz are under German control.
We have no choice
but to surrender.
But, Major, we have troops.
Let's fight!
That's an order.
What happened?
Nothing.
The Germans crossed the border,
and are bombing Warsaw.
Captain... Major Sucharski surrendered.
What should we do?
Surrender and execute the order.
What?
Listen up!
The grenades are for us...
and the bayonets
are for the Germans!
What's it gonna be?
On my order, we run out
and cut up those Hitlers!
Now!
In accordance with the major's order,
we're surrendering.
I'll shoot the sonofabitch.
You traitor! Say your prayers,
because your days are numbered.
Leave him.
The order must be on paper.
On paper!
Paper's not necessary. Look!
Very few soldiers came back.
I'm afraid losses are greater
than expected.
Major, the messenger was sent
by Lieutenant Kregielski.
Talk to me!
Lieutenant Kregielski requests that you
confirm Captain Dabrowski's order.
The base is waiting
for your last order.
What is this? This colour?
This is not a fucking Polish flag!
Let's live to fight another day, maybe two.
All of Poland is showing resistance.
France is kicking German's butt!
Why give up? Now?
Let's keep fighting. Right, Lieutenant?
They'll liberate us eventually.
- Execute the order.
- Serious...?
Attention!
At ease.
Soldiers...
For quite some time
you've executed my orders.
Now you must execute
one last order.
The order to surrender.
To keep fighting makes no sense.
We can't count on any help.
The enemy has seized
a large chunk of Poland.
Thank you...
for duly executing
a soldier's duty.
Active soldiers will go into captivity.
What will happen to the officers
is hard to say.
I assume complete responsibility,
before God and country.
Poland still needs you.
Ogniomistrz Piotrowski and you,
soldier, come with me.
Boys...
look...
The eagle survived.
As will Poland.
And now...
let's observe a moment of silence,
for our comrades,
who we leave behind forever.
Poland has not yet perished,
so long as we still live.
What the alien force has taken from us,
we shall retrieve with a sabre.
March, march, Dabrowski,
from Italy to Poland.
Under your command...
- Sit. Stay.
...we shall rejoin the nation.
March, march, Dabrowski,
From Italy to Poland...
Kuba.
Piss off, it's not your problem!
Kuba!
Are you crazy?!
Have you gone crazy?!
Kuba, this isn't over,
understand?
I will not lead them into captivity.
You were in command,
and so you will lead them.
Come on.
From Führer's Main Quarters
September 8, 1939
Commander-in-Chief states
that Westerplatte in Gdansk
has been seized.
The resistance force has been
penetrated by bomb disposal soldiers,
naval storm troopers
and SS formation,
with the help of the Schlesswig
Holstein battleship.