All language subtitles for Bonhoeffer Pastor Spy Assassin.2024.WEB.H264.RBB

You never catch me, Walter!

No one will.

I'm so fast, I'm invisible.

You may be faster
than a cheetah, little brother,

but I can see you plain as day.
And I will eat you for dinner.

You only think you can see me.
That's part of the spell.

Oh...

I told Walter I was invisible,

but I don't think
he believes me.

Yeah. He's right.

I mean, I can see you
standing here

with a grass stain
on your new lederhosen.

Just hurry. Mother.

I need another spell.

Lucky enough for you,

strawberries can make
a boy disappear completely.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Ha!

Special powers...

- From a strawberry?
- Invisibility.

Again?

- This one really works.
Tell him, Mother.

Yeah. It takes a minute to work.

Yeah, it takes a minute.

Oh.

Hi, Papa.

Hello, Dietrich.

Walter?

- Yes.

- Haven't given up yet.

Never.

Exactly.

You will never catch that boy.

You can't hide forever.

Ha!

Gotcha!

Dietrich!

Shh!

Hi, Walter.

No talking.

There was a bridge here.

I swear to you, sir.

- Bridges don't like bombs.

- This means another 50 miles
just to find a way across.

- Why are we stopping
in the middle of hell?

-They mean to throw us
over the ravine.

-No, no. That's not it.

There used to be a bridge here.

They are taking us somewhere.
Awaiting orders.

As long as we're on this bus.

We are safe.

-Safe?

What is safe?

We need to move, now.

Get us north.

It's not goodbye, Walter.

- You have everything
in your suitcase?

- Yes, Mother.

Including the extra toothbrushes

you hid in my socks.

So now I have three.

-You can give one to a soldier
whose mother is not so...

attentive.

It's the right thing
at the right time.

And you will come home a hero

to a country that will
always be grateful.

-Well, I think things might
actually be quiet on the front.

Christel, don't be sad.

Susanne.

Klaus.

Sabine.

Dietrich.

You better stock up
on strawberries,

little brother,

because I will be home before
you know where to hide.

Walter!

Walter! Stay!

Walter!

-That is Walter's favorite song.

-Don't stop. Sweetheart.

Walter loved that song.

Why did you stop?

- I'll never play it again.

- Of course you will.

-No one listened
to Walter's song.

No one cared.

-Everyone cares.

They're just swept up
in their thoughts of Walter.

-I don't know
what to do, Mother.

I know.

-Walter asked me,

If he didn't come home
from the war...

he said, “Tell little brother

that I underlined
all the good parts.”

Ahh.

-Walter needed
a strawberry, Mama.

-Yes. Yes, he did, my love.

Nearly 100 years. A century...

of excellence and learning

in the service of Unitas,

Veritas.

Caritas. 100 years.

-This lecture has been going on
about one hundred years.

In 1836,

the founders of Union were

deeply impressed
by the demands of the world

upon the church

and forged a new vision

for theological education

right here in New York City.

Mr. Bonhoeffer.

I'm certain that
the German theologians

that sent their
star pupil from Berlin

would not want him
squandering his time

on small jokes and idle chatter.

-Forgive me, professor.

-Yeah.

Inflicting that level of boredom

should absolutely get
a man fired.

If bad lectures
got a man fired at Union,

this seminary would have been
empty a long time ago.

-I've been here three weeks,

and I feel like I could teach
most of these classes.

-That's what happens when you
study the words so closely.

You forget there's a god
behind them.

-Then what brought you here
all the way from Alabama?

-I didn't come for Union but
the city in which it resides.

New. York. City.

You know, D, not every church
has a steeple.

What do you say?

Good to see you, Frank.

Hey.

Good to see you.

Yo. I'll have the same one.
On the spritz.

Hey, baby.

Frank Fisher.

Ava. I love your dress.

Have I heard that line before?

-What is this?

-This is jazz.

- I've played piano
since I was a child,

but I feel like until now
I've never heard music.

If you can play, come on up.

Let's see what you got.

-And that's why Pinocchio...

is the greatest fictional
character ever created.

Anna: Excuse me, Mr. B.
- Yes.

-Mama said this is supposed
to be Sunday school.

-Oh, this is Sunday school.
Just more school on Sunday.

And every day is a day to learn.

Veronica: I already know
what that story means.

Don't lie

or your nose will grow
like a snake made out of wood.

Not a snake made out of wood.

The lesson is,
if you want to be a real boy,

it's a lot harder
than being a puppet.

-Henry's exactly right.

It's difficult to be a real boy.

To tell the truth.

To love.

To have compassion for others.

That's what
makes you fully human.

But if you live by love,
then you don't want to lie.

You want to be real.

And your strings...

get cut.

-And you don't get a snake made
out of wood as a nose either.

-Yes, that's a side benefit.

- We sneaking out early
to go hear the choir again?

- Let the church say amen.
- Amen.

- Amen.
- Amen.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Three months I've been coming,

and I still can't believe
church can be like this.

I take it that you don't have

churches like us in Berlin?

Oh, not in Berlin or in Paris
or in all of Europe.

Well, God asked us
to attend a party.

To partake in fellowship.

To love.

And sometimes love can be loud.

Especially here in Harlem.

So where were you
when you first met the Lord?

Met?

I don't understand.

I'll tell you where I was.

I was playing craps in the alley

in Cabin Creek, West Virginia.

Losing money
like I could print it at home.

By midnight I was down a hundred

and only my fast feet

were gonna save me
from the back end of a jail.

So I ran,

but I found myself
not more than thirty yards

from a Baptist revival tent.

And you know who
was waiting for me inside?

The Lord.

He was in every lit-up face
of the gospel singers.

He was in the salty words
of that traveling preacher.

He was in the sweet loving hands

of that grandmother
that led me to my seat.

But he was also
in the broken souls

of every liar, cheat and sinner

in that blessed tent.

Because Jesus...

was with His people.

Just like He promised.

And, Dietrich,
he filled that place,

so as to tear
at the very seams of that tent.

And he filled me up
to overflowin' ever since.

-I want that.

-Well, it's simple, son.

“Taste.

And see that the Lord is good.”

-I know He's good.

But do you know how good?

A man can waste
a whole lifetime...

saying God is good

and never asking Him to show
the fullness of His glory.

- Hallelujah.
- Hallelujah!

- Whoa.

But hallelujah ain't gonna do
all the work now.

And there is so
much more work to be done.

- Amen.
- That's right.

Did you see that black flag

hanging from the building?

-Yes.

That's for
Thomas Shipp, innocent man,

lynched three days ago
in Marion, Indiana.

-We may be free in our souls,

but there's
another freedom that we seek.

A God-given freedom

that man has deigned
to take away.

- I am so sorry.

We don't need you
to be sorry, D.

We need you to tell the world.

- Yeah, son.
You think we invited you

just to show you
the good places to eat?

Ha ha!

-We should take him
to South Carolina,

see if he still wants
to hang out with us.

-How about south
of 110th Street?

Dietrich don't know
he in Negro heaven.

That's a brilliant idea.

Frank, why don't you
take him on a road trip?

-How far you think we should go?

I think to be safe,
let's say DC.

He can see Lincoln statue
and the white man's statutes.

See which one speaks louder.

-Got you again.
Olly olly oxen free.

-Goose Goslin with the goner.

-Our friendship is not as...

alien as you predicted.

-We haven't
asked for anything yet.

Go book a room,
pay for it, come get me after.

-Good evening.
A room. Just for a night.

-That'll be $2.

-Two dollars, huh.

Seems fair.

- Let's go see how fair.

-No rooms to let.

- Good night.
- Kind sir.

My friend just booked a room.

He paid a good two dollars.
He invited me here.

Whoa, whoa, sir.

-Who in hell...

would wanna be friends with
a tar baby like you?

He's my friend. I have a key.

Sir, by the cross on the wall,

I can see that you're
my brother under Christ.

As my friend Frank here is too.

Surely our love
of the Lord unites us.

I paid for this room,

and Frank and I,

we are going to stay in this...

-How dare...

you animals interrupt
my quiet evening

with your violence.

The next one comes
from the other end of this gun.

-Hey, hey, slow down, man.

Dietrich. Where you rushing to?

-I should have torn
that cross off his wall.

-Oh, now, now. Dietrich...

How many cheeks
you have to turn?

Hold on, now. Dietrich!

How many maniacs
do I have to save you from?

-There's always an inn
at the end of the search.

- Always. That much I know.
- Dietrich. Listen to me.

Sometimes there's just a manger.

I'm so embarrassed.

I put you in danger.

- No more danger
than I face any day.

-How could I think
it would work,

simply because
I wanted it to work?

-It's alright, D. It's alright.

-I could not raise a hand
against another man.

This kind of hate...

takes something
stronger than a punch.

-Sometimes a punch
makes some necessary noise.

And sometimes...

it's just as useless
as spitting in the wind.

-We're so fortunate not having
anything like this in Germany.

-My brother,

hate comes in every color.

Your eyes just haven't
been opened yet.

-Our hosts must have
a special distaste

for you and me, Herr Bonhoeffer.

-I don't know you.

-Doctor Sigmund Rascher,

once the Führer's
championed scientist.

And you are Dietrich Bonhoeffer,

the pastor who
forgot to love his enemy.

- Yeah. I know why I'm here.

But you, you...

were his golden child.

The Führer thanked me

for studying
the Juden's final moments.

To make the choice
to stop a heart.

That is my greatest
accomplishment.

For what is a life...

if we do not
comprehend its ending?

Alas, there was no cure
for my Führer's jealousy.

-Jealousy.

-I made the fatal mistake
of not pretending that

he was smarter than I.

So for all my work,

I get a trap door
and a piece of rope.

-That's what we all get.

- I should be fitted
for a crown...

one day.

Our season may have ended,

but it will come again.

-Your season

ended long ago.

'The light came into the world,

and the darkness
did not overcome it.'

-Look around you, my friend.

How much light do you see?

-It's all right to clap now.

-That music is...

- It's called jazz.

And it reinvents your ears
with every note.

-I'm glad you're home, brother.

Germany was emptier without you.

-Can you tell us one more thing
before I go up?

One thing we couldn't
imagine about America.

-Alright. It's this.

In the German church,

I was headed
into the dead end of religion.

Father, did you hear me?

-Yes.

I don't want to
pursue theology any longer.

Thank God.

Such a fine mind was always
too good for the church.

In Harlem,
I finally saw real faith,

instead of dead religion.

And now I plan on teaching
the German church all about it.

-Wait. The church?

But you just said
you were done with religion.

-I am. As should be the church.

I like that, son.
You're still cocky.

Trying to teach the church?

They sure could use some

damn instructions at the moment.

-Karl.

The Nazis rise to power

has everyone
a little anxious, Dietrich.

-The Nazis?

They only got, what was it,
eighteen percent in '30?

And that was a mirage.

-Well, this year's mirage
will double that.

-I don't believe it.

That's because you were away

while Hitler used
the Versailles Treaty

like his personal weapon.

Every bad thing
that ever happened in Germany

landed on the doorsteps
of the Jews and the communists,

and there were

enough working people

begging for bread to believe it.

-There's no chance that

this loudmouth from Austria

will have fooled
enough Germans by then.

-But Hitler only has to
fool the Germans

who come out to vote.

-But he's still only one man.

If he does somehow
manage to sneak in,

we'll vote him out next time.

Just like we did with
Ebert, and Simons.

-See? Your mother
still believes in

the wisdom of people.

Unfortunately,
that's how tyrants win.

- So now it's my fault
that Hitler

will become chancellor?

Things have changed, Paula.

The country has grown angrier,

and people are falling prey

to this nationalism
and paranoia.

And the Nazis feed off that.

They've been systematic,

fighting for every
local election,

each tiny hamlet,

prying the country
from our hands

while few were even watching.

And the church, no doubt,
bears some blame.

Oh, yeah.

Hitler and his new Bishop Müller

now call it the Reichskirche.

The Church of the Third Reich.

-One man cannot change the name
of the whole church.

He already has, Dietrich.

I've heard via my
office that the Nazis plan

to identify and
dispose of people

with mental disabilities.

-Father, that can't be true.

You speak in nightmares.

Well, surely rumor and rage
cannot win the day.

-Unless the day is already lost.

Shouldn't smoke in bed.

When we were little,

I used to steal
father's cigarettes

and pretend to
smoke them up here.

- Me too.

- Never got past one puff.

I guess we've graduated.

-Remember, we would lie here
staring at the ceiling,

call out to Walter in heaven.

-Yeah.

Every night for years.

-Eternity. Eternity. Eternity.

-Eternity.

Like a song. An invitation.

Eternity. Eternity.
- Eternity.

-It never worked.

-It worked for me once.

-You never told me.

-I didn't want
to make you feel bad.

He was wearing his uniform.

He was walking away

towards an umbrella.

- On a beach.

-He took off his hat.

-And left it in the sand.

And he walked on.

- Towards the sea.

-Must be true
what they say about twins.

-Then you're as afraid as I am.

-I am.

But I don't know why.

-Something's coming.

Something unstoppable.

- Nothing is unstoppable.

Eternity.

Eternity. Eternity.

Eternity.

Eternity.

Eternity. Eternity.

Eternity.

Eternity.

Eternity.

Eternity... eternity.

Walter, where are you?

Sabine, I can't do this alone.

Finally, my friends,
we know who we are.

How long have we waited
for this moment

when we can finally hear
Germany's heart beat again?

At last we have read the writing

on the walls
of this country's soul,

and the words are:

Chancellor Adolf Hitler!

God sent Germany a prophet.

And more than that.

A true Savior!

- To speak of any Savior
but Christ from the pulpit...

blasphemy.

-Dietrich, everything new
needs a moment to settle.

-We're in God's house

and the bishop
is celebrating a man.

I don't need time
to “let it settle.”

So that we can solve
the great challenges

facing our people.

To combine our shared power

so that we can
achieve this together.

-Alright.

Alright, you don't
support Hitler.

Many don't.

But that doesn't mean that
you can make a distraction...

They are building
an idol to Hitler

inside those walls in real time.

You're exaggerating, Dietrich.

You've been away quite a while,

while this man
has been building...

-building what?

An army of clergy, blinded by...

I don't even know what.

This man is without charm,
without character or charisma.

-He has captured the
nation's imagination, Dietrich.

And our churches are fuller
than have been in years.

-But it's not about how many,
Bishop, it's about who.

Don't you realize handing a man
this kind of crown

will come with a terrible price?

-I can't agree.

-Both for us...

and those he so aggressively
targeting, the Jews.

-Yeah. Surely Herr Hitler
will resolve

the Jewish question too.

-Why must there even be
a Jewish question?

This is our national cathedral.

-Dietrich,

it has long been our policy

that politics and the church
should not intersect.

-Listen to that applause.

They already have.

-What if I speak
to Chancellor Hitler?

We both fought in the Great War.

He might listen.

-Then tell him the church
does not belong to him

or any man.

It belongs to the living God.

-Not everything needs
to be a fight, Dietrich.

Your heart is moving faster
than your mind.

-Yes, speed matters.

If no one warns
the German people,

they might think
the entire clergy

agrees with Bishop Müller
and his sycophants.

I have the pulpit at
Kaiser Wilhelm in two weeks.

At Jacobi's invitation.

In fact, that might be
the perfect opportunity

to speak up against...

-Now, listen closely,
young friend.

Everyone will be
paying attention.

Including this bishop that
still remains your superior.

I advise you recall

the words of the English writer
William Shakespeare.

“Discretion is the
better part of valor.”

-Yeah, I prefer the words
of a Jewish writer, Paul.

'God has not given us
a spirit of fear.'

-If you don't take
your fear from God,

perhaps you should take it
from your bishop.

I never understood kites.

All this effort and
they take you nowhere.

I think the idea is
they get you to look up.

Oh. My optimistic son.

Everything always
pointing to the sky.

You realize I come
for these walks

to take a break from
giving out advice, don't you?

-I'm sorry.
I can figure it out myself.

-I'm sure you already have.

-I guess I'm just
seeking permission to be brave.

-You don't need
anyone's permission, son.

You already are.

-Thank you.

Don't thank me until after.

After?

After whatever is
requiring all this courage

in the first place.

-They won't eat you, Dietrich.

At least not until
after the sermon.

-“Woe to you, hypocrites,

You white-washed tombs,

outwardly beautiful,

inwardly full of
dead man's bones.”

“You serpents, you vipers.

How can you escape damnation?”

These violent words
are not my own.

They come from the mouth
of our Lord.

And His harshest words
were not for sinners

but always reserved

for the “religious”.

Because there has never been
anyone in history

who hated religion
more than Jesus Christ.

He never wanted our religion.

All he ever wanted...

was us.

Our full selves.

But we, the German church,

are on the verge of
giving ourselves to another.

Of choosing full pews
over full hearts.

The church should be
a place of refuge,

a place of sanctuary,

not a place of power.

The German church
must stand on God's word alone.

Not any man's word,

and especially
not a Führer's word.

Turn with me in scripture

to Matthew chapter five.

-It's been a long time
since I've heard truth

preached from their pulpit.

Thank you.

-I wish you were preaching
every Sunday.

Might actually get my Otto
back to church.

-What a privilege
to be with you all.

-Oh, yes, it was a privilege.
One squandered.

But now you have
people's attention, Dietrich.

Perhaps that's everything
you've ever wanted.

-I'm sorry if...

-The truth doesn't
apologize for being true.

The truth also separates
marrow from bone.

You are on the other side
of those words now, Dietrich.

Beware,

you're not standing on the same
ground you were yesterday.

-I'm so proud.

Just brilliant, brother.

- Thank you.
- Brilliant.

-Mother. Father.

-Courage needed, Son.

Courage shown.

-You were wonderful, son.

But it looked like you were
painting a target on your chest

with every single sentence.

-Better a target
than a swastika.

-Why does there
have to be a target?

There were not so many
in the church today.

-A message like that,

it's not the size of the crowd

but who's been paying attention.

-For the members of the church
under Hitler, the Reichskirche,

demand the immediate cessation

of the publishing
and dissemination

of the Jewish Bible in Germany.

-Per order by the Führer!
Mein Führer!

The Christ of the new
German Bible will be Aryan,

with no Jewish roots.
No Jewish weakness.

The church must clear away
all crucifixes, Bibles

and images of the saints,

and replace them

with our leader's
glorious words.

And it must be superseded by
the only unconquerable symbol,

the swastika!

Matthias?

Matthias.

Matthias.

Matthias. Hey,

you don't think I know it's you

just because
you're playing dress-up?

Rudolph, enough of
this Karneval.

Boys, what is this?

Catechism is in
five minutes inside. What...

Wilhelm.

Heinrich, look at me.

This is madness!

This is not a joke to be played.

Hey, I don't need
your hands on me, sir.

- You need more than that.
- They are children!

-Go back inside, pastor.

The church youth are now
the Hitler Youth,

as it should be.

-Some problem here, Max?

-Only that this clergyman
seems to have lost his flock.

Dietrich, listen to me.

-The church youth is now
costumed as the Hitler Youth.

I mean, how long until the
entire country is

painted black?

So what can we do?
Because do something we must.

-It's not what we can do.

It's what you can do.

Sit down, Herr Bonhoeffer.

My every move is being watched

since I gave you that Sunday
at Kaiser Wilhelm.

We need someone young

who has staked a claim
for the truth already.

-No one's been interested
in speaking to me

since the last time
I opened my mouth.

-You may not know it,
but your sermon

not only angered the Nazis,

it also galvanized a whole raft
of seminary students

and made you friends in places

where they never
even go to church.

-Good. Because more than

the church's life
is on the line.

This is a knife
to the heart of the nation.

-Bravery is a
rare commodity, Dietrich.

Especially when it's
needed the most.

Can you rally more
than your words to this cause?

-I'm ready for anything, sir.

-I'm about to ask you
to save the German church.

-To save it,

we'll have to split it apart.

-You will go to England
as our spy.

Bishop Bell,
he's already waiting.

Your job will be simple.

Tell him the truth
so we can set it free.

If the river gets any higher,

we're going to have
a second baptism.

-Well, it's the first day
in a month

it hasn't rained in West Sussex.

-You keep an eye out for Noah.

Thank you for meeting with me.

I know I'm too young to be a

messenger for Germany's worries.

-David was a teenager.

Moses was an old man.

God calls when He calls.

What good is the church

if it doesn't speak
for the victims of the state?

For those who have no voice.

The Jews.

The Jews?

We cannot stand by

while the Jews are
being persecuted.

You bring us a problem

of which there is no proof.

How do we know that this is
simply not Jewish propaganda?

I have seen the yellow stars,

the violence in the streets.

Hitler has carved them
out of society.

Left them stateless,
unprotected.

So look me in the eye
and call me propaganda.

I have secreted myself
here to tell you

that the true German church
has no alternative

but to break away from
the false church of the Nazis,

their Reichskirche.

We need to let the world know
what the Nazis are

doing to the Jews.

And if the church
does not speak now,

we will lose our voice
for a hundred years.

This is a German problem,

not an international one.

-Hitler took Germany
and her church

without firing a single bullet.

How many will he
have to fire at you?

But you speak of bullets

when you should be
planning diplomacy.

The church's job
is to kindle peace, peacefully.

-Oh, You mean silently.

-If need be.

-Our silence in the
face of evil is itself evil.

Not to speak is to speak.

Not to act is to act.

I agree with Dietrich.

Hitler is a threat
to all humanity.

-The church

should be the first
to make that announcement.

Not the last.

Now, Dietrich is going to speak,

and the scrivener
is going to write,

and unless you have
anything to add,

I suggest we all enter
a silent period.

We, the Confessing Church
in Germany,

reject the false doctrines
of the German Reich church.

We declare that the church
does not belong to any man and

that it is under the authority
of God alone.

“The church exists
not merely for its members,

but more vitally,
for those who are not.”

“God calls the church

to be the
conscience of the state

and where there are victims
to bind up their wounds.”

I do hope the frost
doesn't punish my Comices.

Listen to this, Clemmie.

“And if the state
harms and oppresses,

and for Germany,
this means the Jews,

then the church must stand
against the state,

must put a stick
in the very wheel of the state

until it stops.”

It sounds like Mr.
Bonhoeffer and his merry men

just did what England
are too afraid to do.

-What is that, darling?

-Declare war on Hitler.

Over here!

Dietrich Bonhoeffer?

-Who needs to know?

You can't just kidnap
a German citizen

upon a German airport.

Turn around.

We leaked that you were
arriving via Amsterdam.

It gave us just enough time

to meet your flight
from Belfast.

Germany is no longer
safe for you, Herr Bonhoeffer.

For any of us.

-And where is?

-I didn't know anyone
in the church

still wanted to see me.

Not the Reichskirche.

But the Confessing Church, yes.

And I have much to confess.

I had it
completely wrong, Dietrich.

Can you...

Can you find it in your heart
to forgive me?

-Bishop, of course.

-Come.

It takes courage
to face the dark.

And you faced it.

I was too busy closing my eyes,
covering my ears.

-The church you tried to save

had become religion
without Christ.

But what we need
is Christ without religion.

You know, my father used to say,

“When you board the wrong train,

there's no use
running down the aisle

in the opposite direction.”

-He's right.

But you also can just
jump off the train

and start all over again.

We have smuggled
the finest seminary students

from all over Germany here.

And we have brought them
our finest teacher.

-I'm so glad it's you.

-No, it's not me, Dietrich.

It's you.

You have been called

for such a time
as this, Dietrich.

Look. This is the new
Nazi Bible. Take a look.

Jesus is now an Aryan.

And the Ten Commandments
have become twelve.

“Honor your Führer and master.

Keep the blood pure
and your honor...”

This is the
definition of unholy.

-Dietrich,

I am expected on my pulpit
in Dahlem every Sunday.

I can't hide.

Or they will start looking
for me

and discover all of this.

I'm a young man myself.

What could I possibly teach
these students?

-Teach them your heart.

- My heart?
- Yes.

-My heart is broken.

-Then teach them that.

See, this is not
a spiritual escape.

This is a literal escape.

Every young man down there

had been ticketed for
the Eastern Front.

-So you brought us all here

so we could be kept
in one place safe.

A prison

-No, this is not
a prison, Dietrich.

This is a haven from which
to launch our attack.

Pastor Bonhoeffer.

My name is Eberhard Bethge,

one of the 23 students
chosen, excommunicated,

by the German Church
and Herr Müller.

We are honored
to have you as our teacher.

-Then I think it's time
for your first lesson.

Ready?

Don't touch the ball. Come on.

Wake up!

Let's go. Come on.

Hey! Come on.

Come on.

So my new friend
Eberhard just informed me

that he knows his way around
Gumpelzhaimer's “Agnus Dei”

and some few choice works
of Heinrich Schütz,

which to me all sounded like
some sort of punishment.

-So what will you
play for us then, Dietrich?

-An evening this sweet
calls for some

pure gospel music.

-Gospel?

-No more words.

All you have to do is listen.

♪ Swing low, sweet chariot

Coming for to carry me home

Swing low, sweet chariot

Coming for to carry me home

Swing low, sweet chariot

Coming for to carry me home.

Swing low, sweet chariot

Coming to carry me home. ♪

Lord.

Carry me home now.

Lord, I'm ready.

To see Walter.

I'm ready to see you.

Take me home.

Lord.

Take me home.

Dietrich! Over here!

Dietrich! Over here.

Check the locks.

Gunther, free the others.

Check the locks.
Free the others. Come on.

Watch.

Stay close.
Watch for the guards.

Should we escape?

The garrison in the next
village will shoot us dead.

This country is too big
to escape from.

So we wait here to die?

Shh!

What do we do?

-We wait. We pray.

We act.

-No, no.

-No no no.

Stop!

Dietrich.

This was three days ago.

-That's why Bishop Bell
rushed it by secret courier.

He must have known
the German papers

wouldn't be covering it.

I'm going to Berlin.

-That's madness.
You'll be arrested immediately.

-Eberhard, I can't
keep pretending that

praying and teaching is enough.

Have your papers ready.

There's no other road
into Berlin from the north.

-We'll make our own road.

We don't have
all night. Come on!

The Gestapo is here today.

Make sure you welcome them.

Hand them a hymnal.

Or maybe they only know how to
sing their own songs now.

Indeed, our friends in uniform
are fellow worshipers,

just not of the same God.

For years they have
been saying now

that this country is infested.

And I finally agree.

But this infestation
comes from within,

and not by the Jews
who are our spiritual brothers

and to whom we owe
an unpayable debt,

but by those who claim
a higher office

than the Lord
Jesus Christ himself.

Look at me.

Have the courage to look at me.

Go tell your Führer
that he's not bigger than God,

And for daring
to claim His throne,

there awaits a punishment
beyond his understanding.

This is not your house!

I know I've been your pastor

for almost 13 years now

and my job is to
lead this flock.

But I failed.

Because when the Nazis
first came for the socialists,

I didn't speak out
because I was not a socialist.

And when they later came
for the trade unionists,

I didn't speak out

because I am not a unionist.

And then they came for the Jews,

and I didn't speak out,

not soon enough,
because I am not a Jew.

So when they come
to knock at my door,

will there be anyone left
to speak out for me?

It was reckless of you to come.

But nevertheless,
I'm grateful you did.

-Everything is different now.

After what they call
Kristallnacht.

-I still need you outside.

I think today

this was my last sermon.

But you finally
said it in public.

What we've been
discussing at home.

And you said it
to their wicked faces.

I thought it was brave,
and beautiful.

-It's all good.

-We're just going to say
goodbye to Daddy

for a little while.

-Yes.

-Listen, Jan, I'm very sorry,
but I have to go away.

-You don't. Stay.
I want you to stay.

-I want to stay too.

My boy. My son.

My precious son.

-Please. Papa, Papa, stay.

- Look...
- Please.

-I'm going to stay, but here.

Right here.

Always.

Always.

Please.

It is me whom you seek.
Leave the rest alone.

We shall take and leave
whomever and whatever we like.

-You already stole this country.

What else do you want?

-This is not your house.

Put the pastor in the car.

- Martin.
- No! No!

No, no.

Dietrich.

-No.

-Once you finished your search,
burn it all.

No! No. No.

Leave him be!

No!

Stop.

It's just the way
my mother made Spätzle-Fass.

It isn't fair. You have to

start writing your recipes down.

Tell her, my love.

-It's true.

Dietrich. What happened?

Hey, hey.

Dietrich. Hey, are you alright?

Are you alright?

Hey! Hey!

Christel, help him.

Hans, what does it say?

They're under house arrest.

Paula, we need
more gauze, please.

They turned our house
into a prison.

-They've turned the entire
country into a prison, Father.

-We have word from Finkenwalde.

The seminary was destroyed.

And the students
who wouldn't acquiesce

were forced into uniforms.

Either military
or for the camps.

-Dietrich will be devastated.

-He's lucky to be alive.

If he hadn't gone to Berlin,

they might have executed him

in front of his students
for sport.

Dietrich.

Finkenwalde is gone.

Everything I thought
God called me to pursue...

burnt to ash.

-Life is loss.

And building again.

Everything in the world

has been built
on top of what came before.

The disciples all scattered

after Jesus was arrested.

I never understood why,
until now.

-The disciples scattered
on Friday, yes.

But by Sunday,

they were on their way
to changing the world.

Hans. My father said
you had something to discuss.

I'm ready to listen.

As a mole inside the Abwehr.

I have it on absolute authority

that the Jews have been
targeted for total extinction.

The Nazis have set up
concentration camps,

forcing them to die
from disease,

hunger and hard labor.

Dachau,

Buchenwald, Flossenbürg,
Ravensbrück.

Bishop Niemöller is in
a concentration camp

just like these,

at Sachsenhausen.

The Abwehr is
military intelligence

for the defense department.

While Hitler has
created the Gestapo

to be his own plaything,

The Abwehr works
independently of the Führer.

The Nazis plan to imprison
or front-line every pastor

that won't bow
the knee to Hitler.

Yeah, tell me there's
something we can do.

There is.

Dietrich, I need you
to understand

that your life will
not be the same

after I speak these words.

- Even if you don't join us.
- Yes. Speak.

This is not like when the
Resistance met in your house

and you offered theology
instead of action.

-“You Christians only know
how to keep your hands clean.”

I hated hearing it then,
and I hate remembering it now.

This will take dirty hands.

-That's all
I have left to offer.

-Gentlemen,

we have devised a plot
to assassinate the Führer.

Hans,

you're talking
to pastors, not killers.

Dietrich? Tell him.

-Here I am, Hans.

Send me.

Dietrich, you're
an avowed pacifist.

-And David was a shepherd
when he slew Goliath.

-“The will of God is that
men should defeat

their enemies by loving them.”

Who wrote that empty promise?

I did.

And I was right.

Before Hitler.

Is Hitler the first evil ruler
since scripture was written?

No.

But he's the first one
I can stop.

What do you require of me?

Will God forgive us
if we do this?

-Will He forgive us if we don't?

-In order to destroy the Führer,

you must
first swear allegiance...

to the Führer.

I've spent two years
ingratiating myself

with the Abwehr.

If you want to help,
this is our last angle to play.

Otherwise, you sit home
in forced silence,

or get sent to the front
to fight for him

instead of against him.

-I guess sometimes the only way
to defeat the father of lies

is to lie better than he does.

Do you love the
Judensau more than the Germans?

It is not a difficult question.

One loves the Jews
or one loves the Fatherland.

The Fatherland.

I'm more interested
in the answer

of your new recruit here

who has been
parading with Niemöller

for the Confessing Church.

-I'm here to confess.

I didn't see what the rest
of the country saw.

-And what is that,
Herr Bonhoeffer?

-That the time had come
for Germany to rise

and for the rest of
the world to bow down.

- Heil Hitler.
- Heil Hitler.

-The only problem is,
Herr Bonhoeffer.

I don't believe you.

So you must do me
one little favor

in order that I don't order
your immediate execution.

-Your favor is my honor.

Neutral Switzerland
is becoming a problem.

And since they are a neighbor,

this is the
worst problem of all.

I need you to take seven
Juden into Switzerland

and guarantee that
they deliver one message.

The Führer's message.

-“Each prisoner will tell the
Swiss officials

that they've been
treated as guests

by the National Socialists.

Never felt safer,
more protected...”

'To ensure the Swiss understand

the Germans have built
humanitarian camps

to guarantee the madness of war

shall not touch
the Jewish people

from now or going forward.'

It was so insane,
I had to memorize every line.

Words aren't words
anymore, Dietrich.

They're nooses,
bullets and knives.

My name is Hans,

and this is
my brother-in-law, Dietrich.

I am a pastor.

I love the God of your fathers,

the God of Abraham,
Isaac and Jacob.

-All of whom would be
in the gas chambers

if it were up to
Christians like you.

-If you were speaking to many
members of my broken church,

you would be right,
but you are not.

When you cross
the border, you're free.

Free?

What is free?

What is your name?

You animals, you stole my name.

Crossed it out
with ink under my skin.

All that's left of my name
is a sound in my head.

-Please, tell me your name.

I am Dietrich Bonhoeffer.

That's my name.

That's who I am.

Who are you?

-Kiefer is my father's name.

My mother named me Moses.

- It's an honor
to meet you, Moses.

We've brought you here so you

can tell the Swiss the truth

about what is being
perpetrated by Hitler.

We have
church contacts in Geneva

who will help upon
your arrival in the city.

What if I don't believe you?

Neither would I.

But we only need you to believe
it long enough, Moses...

to see it.

By the decree of the Führer,

in agreement with
President Etter.

-Yes. We have been
expecting you.

-These are free men,
to be welcomed in Switzerland.

That's the agreement we have.

-Is it?

We were told they would be

taken by car to Geneva,

where they can wash and rest.

-We are glad to help
our neighbor.

But, Jews?

Is that really the best
you can offer us?

-We can offer
invasion if you prefer.

The French welcomed that
without a second debate.

Hans, back of
the truck. The white box. Now.

You Germans think
you own the world,

but you can do nothing
against a neutral country

without drawing in England,
and even the United States.

Out.

Seven Jews.

I guess that amounts
to 100,000 marks.

-So the Swiss make money

on more than
chocolate and watches.

Seems being neutral
can be very lucrative.

-Now... Switzerland
welcomes the Jews.

-Does anyone have a drink?
We should toast this moment.

-Why not?

Dietrich, where did
you get the money?

-Our friends in Sweden
and Ireland.

We are not totally alone, Hans.

Hans...

-Today, we saved seven lives.

-Millions more to be saved.

-But seven is a beautiful start.

Do not move. All of you.

Keep still. Put your arms up.

Hands up!

Herr Bonhoeffer,
you will put your hands up.

Dietrich, please
raise your arms.

-I'm tired of lifting my arms
for Hitler and his believers.

If he wants to shoot me. He can.

He wants to shoot us
all. Don't give him permission.

-The war's over.
The war is over.

You heard the planes.

You hid from the bombs.

Just like us.

We are all Germans.

Please don't.

I forgive you.

No matter what you do.

How dare you. Forgive me?

How do you dare?
You son of a bitch!

Why am I being sent away

at the decisive moment?

-Because you're worth more alive

in America than dead in Germany.

-We need your charisma
in a pulpit in America,

not lighting a fuze in Berlin.

And you will return. Dietrich.

-You're asking me to run
when I'm needed here the most.

Dietrich, the Nazis
are tracing the money

we used in Switzerland.

It's only a matter of time until

they find your fingerprints.

You know this to be true?

-The Abwehr is lit up
with the search.

They don't know who they're
looking for yet, but they will.

-This is your last chance, son.

Take it.

I beg you, Dietrich.
I beg you, please.

-You will travel
as Elgin Beckenbauer.

Hitler would be coming
to view the armory

at Zeughaus,

and we've arranged for
Rudy to be his guide.

You will have a glass vial
in each coat pocket.

Once you break them,

the fuze is lit and
you will have ten minutes

until detonation.

This is a trigger
that cannot be unpulled.

Not just for Rudy,

but for all of us
in the Resistance.

I'm honored to be chosen.

If I could die twice
for my country, I would.

-I won't stop speaking
until the world knows

why we've done
what we had to do.

Pastor Bonhoeffer,
would you pray?

God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.

Thank you for your
faithful servant,

Rudolf-Christopher.

And though what we are
about to embark upon

feels utterly alien,

it also feels precisely
what you have called us to do.

So guide our hands.

Guide our trembling hands.

Frank.

Finally got you back home.

Shall we drop the suitcase

and take this town
like it needs to be taken?

-I need to make a stop first.

And I need your full attention.

-Come.

-Go on now.

I didn't come to
hear you rehearse

how to shuffle papers.

-Nine years ago,

I learned in this very building

that faith without action

is no faith at all.

And I've returned

to tell you, and
anyone who will listen,

that the time to rescue
the Jews of Europe,

and to end the madness of a man

who has dared
to call himself a god,

is now.

But how?

How can we act when we face

this kind of terror,

this kind of despair?

Because all our Savior
ever asked of Peter was...

“follow Me.”

Two words.

But where does
Christ bid us follow?

And can we set aside
all our plans

and do as He says?

Because when Christ
calls a man, He bids him,

“Come and die.”

More than a thousand
Vickers machine guns

captured from France.

Every Hotchkiss M
that Belgium surrendered.

And countless T-26 tanks
from the fall of Kharkov.

These are your spoils
from more than a dozen countries

brought to their knees
by your strength alone.

-Europe is burning.

In Kiev, Nazi
killing squads shot dead.

33,000 Jews in two days.

That's how far
the devil has gone.

But...

how far have you gone?

-Most courage is wasted,

Herr Gersdorff.

Don't you agree?

-All the way to the cross?

Because beyond the cross
is the resurrected life.

And that's the place
to which He calls each of us

since before
the beginning of time.

So...

Will you follow me?

Will you follow Him...

all the way to the cross?

All the way
to the cross. Right, Dietrich?

-Yes, sir. Yes.

-Only problem,

Your cross isn't in America yet.

It's in Germany.

I too remember understanding
what I was preaching

only the moment
the words left my mouth.

Reverend, I'm not running away.

I'm running towards.

-That's fair enough.

Towards what?

And where...

where is your finish line?

- Dietrich?
- Is this a clear line?

-The only one left.

-Hans...

I'm coming home.

-You can't.
I thought we decided...

-God didn't agree
and neither do I.

Is it done?

-No.

No. The fuze was lit,

but Hitler sensed something.

He was gone before
the work could be finished.

- Gersdorff?
- Is alive.

Somehow. A miracle.

But we need help from England.
From Churchill.

And there's no safe means
of reaching him.

- Have you asked for help?
- Yes.

Another bomb, two if necessary.

But our communications are down.

He may be standing by,
ready to light our fuze,

but there is no way of knowing.

-Now, listen,
my ship stops in London first.

I know Bishop Bell
would help me.

-I don't want you coming home
to be arrested or worse.

-I want to.

Hans...

I'm coming home.

-London is crawling
with Nazi spies.

They're watching everywhere.

-Good.

I like getting away.

Wait here.

-Why write what no one reads?

Your books have been read

more than you know, my friend.

So, please tell me
England will listen.

-He cannot provide
the bomb you request.

-Cannot or will not.

-Churchill sees
Germany as a whole.

Says he can't afford

to see the small threads
in the tapestry

when the whole cloth
is Nazi brown.

-There is gold amidst
the dark, my friend.

We cannot be forgotten
or burned with the rest.

-I gave it everything,

reputation included.

He's afraid that a bomb
traced to England would mean

invasion or worse.

Invasion? Invasion?

My country was
invaded from within!

Does Churchill know
what that feels like?

And please don't tell me
you agree with him.

-Of course not.

I bent his ear
and his heart till breaking.

Nothing.

God doesn't always
give answers, my friend.

But He always gives Himself.

And you are here. You are safe.

-Oh, my safety is a prison.

I'll return to Berlin

unarmed but full-hearted.

-Now, look, are you sure
you won't stay?

Your voice could be louder
than loud from our pulpits.

-I've learned, finally, Bishop,

that people don't hear
what is shouted from the pulpit

as much as they hear what is
whispered in the street.

-My prayers go with you, my son.

-Then pray what I pray.

For the defeat of Germany.

You shouldn't have come home.

-I had to.

-To tell me Churchill
has turned his back?

You could have
done that from London

and then gone and lived a life.

-It isn't over yet, my friend.

-What are we
going to do, Dietrich?

England was our last chance.

And don't say pray.

Faster now.
Moving on into the bus.

- Straight lines.
- Moving all the way in.

- Faster now!
- Moving all the way in.

No, no, please.

We have 13 bodies to fit.

What do you think,
Herr Bonhoeffer?

Why this traveling circus?

-And the Allies
are getting closer.

Perhaps they want some
prisoners alive to barter with.

-You've been praying
for a rescue.

I hear you in the
middle of the night.

What if your God fails you
this one last time?

Take the Bible.

-Thank you.

There will be absolute silence.

No talking.

No. No. No.

-Here I am.

Halt!

What has become of the church

when a pastor
has turned into an assassin?

If a driver were
running over children,

would it not be everyone's
responsibility to stop it?

Dietrich?

-What is it, friend?

-Knoblauch wanted to warn.

It happens at dawn.

He asked to see you.

He said it has to be now.

We only have a few
moments, but I can help you.

You don't have to end this way.

I have a spare uniform,
nearly your size.

I have food coupons and money.

We walk out together
after sunset.

Just two guards
headed into the village.

Tonight.

It is not too late.

There's an
old railway overgrown,

where a car won't even be heard.

-I can't escape.

-What? Why? You deserve to.

-We all deserve to.

But I wouldn't make it
out of Germany.

My family would be killed.

You and your family.

Listen, every act of courage
carries a cost.

I made my choice 12 years ago,

long before I knew
what it would mean,

and I've been chased ever since.

But now...

I'm ready to meet my destiny.

Once upon a time,
I was a pastor.

Will you be our pastor today?

- I will.

The Lord Jesus,
on the night he was betrayed,

took bread,

and when he had given thanks,

he broke it and said,

“This...

is my body,

which is broken...”

This is the body...

for you.

For our Lord Jesus Christ.

'Do this for
the remembrance of me.'

We can't allow...

-It is not our table.

It is the Lord's,

And He has invited us all.

Lift your head.

This is the body of our Lord.

'This is my blood,
spilled for you.

Do this whenever you drink it

for the remembrance of me.'

For me, this is not the end...

but the beginning of life.

Bonhoeffer, to the gallows.

You will get these to my mother.

I know you will.

Tell her I couldn't
find a strawberry,

but my words did.

Dietrich Bonhoeffer,

for money laundering
and your role

in the conspiracy
to assassinate the Führer

on July 20th,

you're sentenced
to death by hanging.

“Blessed are they that mourn,

for they shall be comforted.

Blessed are the merciful,

for they shall receive mercy.

Blessed...

are the pure in heart,

For they shall see...

God.”