Tajemnica Westerplatte Page #4

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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 y.

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 cutoff.

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'! 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.

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.

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 Dabrowskfs order.

The base is waiting

for your last order.

What is this? This colour?

This is not a f***ing Polish ag!

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.

- Seriousm?

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...

- S. Sway.

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.

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