During the dark night, a small group creeps along ditches and plowed fields towards the Duisburg-Dusseldorf railway line. Her goal is a railway bridge near Kalkum. March 15, 1923. A group of demolitions, led by Schlageter, will destroy this bridge to prevent French trains from exporting stolen German coal to France. The men slowly crawl the last part of the path to the railway track, which stands out ghostly against the horizon. A French patrol could appear at any moment. Nothing moves. And suddenly, when they are already near the railway embankment, a bright beam of light rays suddenly cuts through the darkness! As if frozen, pressed tightly to the ground, they freeze under the cone of spotlight light. A sigh of relief. The beam goes further. The last quick steps to the bridge. Two men, groaning, pull out heavy sleepers. The explosive charge is squeezed under them, the ignition cord is secured, and the sleepers are placed back on the dam. The work goes quickly and silently. Every movement is confident. Only occasionally is a word spoken in a whisper. The former soldiers, tested in countless battles, know their stuff. “The charge is ready for detonation,” one voice briefly announces. With a burning cigarette hidden under his jacket, Schlageter lights the fuse. “Back two at a time,” he orders. “We are going in different directions! Meeting point tomorrow morning in Essen!” They had not yet gone far from the bridge on the heavy clay soil when tall, sharp tongues of flame illuminated the darkness of the night. Then a deafening bang and a blast wave that almost threw them to the ground. Sleepers and rails whirl through the air in a wild dance. Here, at least for some time, not a single train with coal will pass to France. Three weeks later. In a tireless struggle, spending days and nights on the road, Schlageter prepares for further dangerous enterprises, including the release of Prince Friedrich Wilhelm zur Lippe, thrown by the French into Verdun prison. Deadly tired, he goes to bed. On April 5, in Kaiserswerth, the French had already issued a wanted notice for him as an escaped dangerous criminal. He is sound asleep when someone bangs on his hotel room door in the middle of the night. “Open up, police!” The gun barrels are pointed at him. "Hands up! You are under arrest!” This begins the martyrdom of the German patriot, who, like Andreas Hofer once, handed over by a traitor into the hands of the enemy, will end his young life a few weeks later under a hail of enemy bullets.