EXT. WARSAW – STREET MARKET – DAY – SEPTEMBER 1940
It’s cold. Gray. The city is tense, occupied. German soldiers
patrol corners. Vendors whisper. Children are missing.
Posters warn against harboring Jews or partisans.
WITOLD PILECKI (39) — crisp jacket, hard eyes — walks among
civilians. He looks like any man. But his gaze flicks to
rooftops, alleys, checkpoints. He’s a soldier in disguise.
LOUDSPEAKER (GERMAN, O.S.)
(Translated)
All able-bodied men between the
ages of 18 and 50 will report to
the square for labor selection.
Immediate compliance is mandatory.
People freeze. Some scatter. Others know resistance means
death.
Witold doesn’t flinch. He walks toward the square.
INT. APARTMENT – CONTINUOUS
A resistance handler, ZOFIA (30s), watches from behind a
curtain. She clutches a forged ID card bearing Witold’s new
alias: “Tomasz Serafiński.”
ZOFIA (TO HERSELF)
God help you.
Genres:
["War","Drama","Historical"]
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2 -
Into the Abyss
EXT. WARSAW – SELECTION SQUARE – MOMENTS LATER
Men are herded into rows. Nazi soldiers shout in German. Dogs
bark. Witold stands among them — still, calm.
GERMAN SOLDIER
(barking)
Hände hoch! Documents!
Witold lifts his hands slowly. A soldier snatches his papers,
checks them, and strikes him hard across the face.
GERMAN SOLDIER (CONT’D)
You think we’re stupid, Serafiński?
Witold hits the ground. Blood at his lip. But his eyes burn
with calm fire.
He’s in.
He’s exactly where he meant to be.
EXT. TRANSPORT TRUCK – NIGHT
Men are shoved into the back of an open-air truck like
livestock. Witold climbs in, looking around. He memorizes
faces — and the fear.
He holds the rails as the gates slam shut behind him.
CUT TO BLACK.
SUPERIMPOSE: "Auschwitz, September 1940."
INT. AUSCHWITZ – GATE – NIGHT
The truck stops.
The “ARBEIT MACHT FREI” sign looms above them.
A young man vomits. A Jewish boy mutters prayers. A soldier
fires a warning shot in the air — men scream.
Witold steps down.
The camp swallows him.
Genres:
["Drama","Historical","War"]
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3 -
Endurance in Darkness
INT. AUSCHWITZ – INTAKE BUILDING – NIGHT
Cramped. Cold. Lit by flickering lamps. New prisoners strip
naked under the barking of SS guards.
GUARD (GERMAN)
Clothes off! Pile them! No talking!
A prisoner tries to speak — crack! — he's clubbed with a
rifle butt. Blood spatters.
Witold unbuttons his coat methodically. Eyes forward. No
fear.
TEENAGE PRISONER
(whispers, terrified)
What is this place?
Witold says nothing — he doesn’t know yet. But whatever it
is, it’s worse than imagined.
INT. INTAKE ROOM – MOMENTS LATER
Men are herded into another line.
A TATTOOIST with blank eyes jabs ink into fresh skin —
numbers replacing names.
GUARD
Hold still, or we carve it deeper.
Witold’s arm is gripped. The needle burns. The number 4859
bleeds into his flesh.
The tattooist looks up — just for a moment — as if
recognizing something in Witold’s face.
Witold stares back, jaw tight.
INT. PRISONER BARRACKS – LATER THAT NIGHT
Wooden bunks. Rats. Human coughing. The air chokes of piss
and rot.
Witold lies on his side, staring at the dark.
Screams echo in the distance. A shot. Then silence.
He doesn’t flinch. Just whispers—
WITOLD
(quietly)
God help me remember everything.
He closes his eyes — not to sleep, but to endure.
Genres:
["Drama","Historical","War"]
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Survival Amidst Terror
INT. ROLL CALL YARD – DAWN
Rain. Mud. A sea of prisoners stands in rows. Hours pass. SS
men pace like wolves.
One prisoner coughs too loudly.
SS OFFICER
You.
He points. The man steps forward — barely able to stand.
Without hesitation, the officer shoots him in the head.
THUD. His body collapses in front of Witold.
Some flinch. Most don’t.
Witold doesn’t blink — but his fingers curl slightly. A tell.
Inside, something has begun.
NT. AUSCHWITZ – INTAKE BUILDING – NIGHT
A floodlight flickers above as prisoners are crammed inside a
concrete chamber.
The door slams shut behind them.
GUARD (GERMAN)
(barking)
Strip! All of it! NOW!
Panic ripples through the men. Some obey immediately. Others
hesitate.
GUARD (CONT’D)
(cracks a whip)
DO IT!
A man pleads in Czech — a whip lashes across his face. Blood
splatters Witold’s shirt.
WITOLD
(to himself, cold)
Watch. Count. Remember.
He removes his coat slowly. Folds it. Someone snatches it
away.
A teenager next to him, trembling, covers himself in shame.
TEENAGE PRISONER
(whispers)
Where are they taking us?
WITOLD
(soft, but firm)
To survive. Don’t speak.
Genres:
["Drama","Historical","War"]
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5 -
Endurance in Darkness
INT. SHOWER ROOM – MOMENTS LATER
A harsh hiss. Ice-cold water blasts from rusted spouts.
Screams echo as men are sprayed like animals.
Witold endures it silently, his jaw locked, staring into the
tile.
Steam rises like smoke.
Some men sob. Some collapse. No one helps them up.
A guard laughs through a crack in the steel door.
INT. INK STATION – LATER
They line up again, still dripping wet. Fluorescent light
hums overhead.
A gaunt Jewish prisoner — the tattooist — grips a crude
needle and a small inkwell. His hands tremble.
He doesn’t look up.
GUARD
(to the tattooist)
Keep your hands steady, vermin. One
slip and you’ll join them.
The man nods. Eyes down.
He grabs Witold’s forearm.
CLOSE ON the needle piercing skin — one jab at a time.
Witold doesn’t flinch. His face blank. But his eyes burn with
quiet fire.
The number: 4859
The tattooist glances up, just for a second. Something
unspoken passes between them.
INT. PRISONER BARRACKS – LATER THAT NIGHT
Pitch black. Wooden bunks stacked like coffins. Rats scurry.
Moaning. A cough turns into a wheeze... then silence.
Witold lies awake, pressed shoulder to shoulder with other
men.
In the distance — a gunshot. Then a scream.
Then another.
His bunkmate shifts, whispering:
BUNKMATE
God forgot this place.
Witold stares at the ceiling beams, eyes wide.
WITOLD
So I won’t.
Genres:
["Drama","Historical","War"]
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Survival in Shadows
INT. ROLL CALL YARD – DAWN
Endless gray sky. Rows of prisoners — some barefoot — stand
in mud.
A corpse lies frozen where it fell. No one is allowed to move
it.
Witold’s face is gaunt, but alert.
A young man collapses, gasping for air.
An SS officer approaches.
SS OFFICER
Stand up.
The prisoner doesn’t respond. The officer draws his Luger.
Without ceremony, he fires.
BLAM!
Blood spatters across the kneeling man next to him — who
doesn’t blink.
Witold exhales slowly. Eyes forward. Steel behind them now.
WITOLD (V.O.)
(whispered)
There must be order in the madness.
FADE TO BLACK.
INT. TOOL SHED – PRE-DAWN
The door groans open. A Kapo — a prisoner in a striped
uniform with an armband — throws tools to the ground.
KAPO (POLISH)
Pick it up. Dig or die.
Prisoners shuffle in, gaunt faces blank. Shovels. Picks.
Wheelbarrows.
Witold picks up a rusted pickaxe. It’s heavier than it looks.
His hands are raw from the cold.
Genres:
["Drama","Historical"]
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7 -
Survival in the Shadows
EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE – HOURS LATER
Gray sky. Mud. A trench is being dug through the frozen
earth.
Dozens of prisoners swing tools under guard watch.
A man collapses.
SS GUARD (GERMAN)
(coldly)
Let him rot.
The guards do nothing. The kapo steps over the body.
Witold turns — sees a man struggling to hold up a
wheelbarrow. He stumbles. A guard approaches, rifle raised—
WITOLD
(in Polish, quiet)
Let me take it.
The other man, barely standing, steps back.
Witold grabs the barrow, pushes it into line. The guard
watches. Suspicious. Then walks on.
A voice behind him:
PRISONER VOICE (O.S.)
You're new. And not stupid.
Witold turns. A stocky man with sharp eyes wipes sweat from
his brow. His name is KAZIK (40s) — older, ex-sergeant, hard-
earned wisdom.
KAZIK
Keep that up, you’ll last a week.
Maybe two.
WITOLD
I’m aiming for three.
Kazik smirks, then leans in.
KAZIK (LOW)
Don’t speak to the Jews. Don’t help
the sick. Don’t talk in the
barracks.
(pause)
Unless you’re one of us.
WITOLD
One of who?
Kazik glances around.
KAZIK
If you don’t know yet… keep
digging.
He moves off. Witold watches him go — the first flicker of a
network.
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["Drama","Historical"]
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Bearing Witness
INT. BARRACKS – NIGHT
Candlelight flickers. Some men cough blood. A few already
haven’t woken up.
Witold sits upright, back against the wall, bandaging his
blistered palms with a shred of cloth.
A prisoner nearby hums an old Polish lullaby — too soft to
make out.
WITOLD (V.O.)
There is no rescue. No cavalry.
Only the men beside me.
He tightens the cloth around his palm, eyes steely.
WITOLD (V.O.)
If they cannot be saved…
Then I must at least be their witness.
He lies back. The sounds of the night consume the darkness —
coughs, whispers, far-off gunshots.
And beneath it all…
hope, still breathing.
FADE OUT.
EXT. PARADE GROUND – DAY
Cold wind. Prisoners stand in frozen rows. No one speaks. No
one moves.
A wooden gallows has been erected in the center of the
square.
Three men — accused of sabotage — stand trembling, nooses
around their necks.
SS OFFICER (IN GERMAN)
Sabotage is treason. Treason is
death.
The officer paces slowly. The prisoners — silent. A kapo
steps back. Guards raise rifles.
SS OFFICER (CONT’D)
Let this be your lesson.
The signal is given.
THUD. SNAP.
One man dies instantly. The second twitches violently. The
third—
—his rope is too short. He dangles, gasping, feet kicking.
No one can look away. No one can help.
CLOSE ON WITOLD — eyes fixed, fists clenched. His lips move,
silent.
WITOLD (V.O.)
You do not defeat a man by killing
him.
INT. BARRACKS – LATER
Rain patters on the tin roof. Men shiver in silence.
Kazik sits across from Witold, sharpening a nail with a rock.
KAZIK
They left him up there all day. On
purpose.
WITOLD
I saw.
KAZIK
Good. See it. Remember it.
(leans closer)
Now what are you gonna do with it?
Witold hesitates.
WITOLD
I need to know who still prays.
Who still thinks. Who still sees.
Kazik looks up — something new in his eyes.
KAZIK
You looking to die fast? Or slow?
WITOLD
I’m looking to build.
A long beat. Kazik nods once. Just enough.
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["Drama","Historical"]
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Descent into Despair
INT. LATRINE – NIGHT
Filthy. Flies. Men groan over slop buckets. Witold squats,
alone.
He pulls out a scrap of cloth and a piece of broken pencil
lead hidden in the hem of his coat.
He writes a single number: 4859
Then a date.
Then: "Three hanged. Second rope too short."
His hand trembles. Then steadies.
He tucks the cloth inside a broken floorboard.
WITOLD (V.O.)
Let this place rot. Let me rot.
But let the world know.
INT. BARRACKS – PRE-DAWN
Rain lashes against the roof. The bunk leaks. Men try to
sleep but can’t.
A rat scurries across the floor, followed by another… and
another.
Water creeps in from the wall — fetid, brown, reeking of
sewage.
GUARD (O.S.)
(in German)
Get up! Block 11! Shit detail!
EXT. LATRINE CHANNEL – LATER
A trench overflowing with human waste and storm runoff.
Five men — including Witold and Kazik — are forced onto their
knees beside a concrete trough.
KAPO (GERMAN)
(mocking)
Shovel’s too good for traitors. Use
your hands.
Kazik mutters a curse in Polish.
Witold lowers his body to the mud.
They crawl. Their task? Push the sewage by hand from one end
of the trench to the other.
Flies swarm. One man vomits. Another slips and screams — the
kapo lashes him with a belt.
Witold doesn’t speak. He scoops the muck, pushes forward, jaw
clenched. His fingers are raw.
CLOSE ON his face — not broken, but burning.
INT. WASH STATION – MOMENTS LATER
Cracked sink. One trickle of water. Bloodied hands under cold
metal.
Kazik scrubs with gravel. They’re alone.
KAZIK You still want to build your little church here?
WITOLD
No.
Kazik frowns.
WITOLD (CONT’D)
I want to burn theirs down first.
Kazik lets out the faintest, bitter laugh.
EXT. PARADE YARD – THAT EVENING
Another roll call. Endless. Rain again.
A man in line — barefoot, shaking — collapses.
Witold stares. No one moves.
A young Jewish prisoner leans forward, trying to help.
CRACK!
A guard rifles him across the back of the head.
SS OFFICER
Let the weak die!
The boy screams on the ground.
Witold steps forward—
—Kazik grabs his arm.
KAZIK
Not yet.
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Whispers of Resistance
INT. BARRACKS – NIGHT
Witold lies awake. The bruised Jewish boy lies nearby, still
groaning softly.
Kazik whispers in the dark.
KAZIK
You take one swing too early, and
all this ends before it starts.
WITOLD
So when?
KAZIK
When we know who’s listening. And
who isn’t.
Beat.
KAZIK (CONT’D)
There’s a man in Block 9. Claims he
worked for Polish intelligence.
Used to move papers through Berlin.
WITOLD
He has people?
KAZIK
He has ears. Start there.
A long silence.
Then a rat climbs onto the bunk. Witold swats it away. His
bunkmate doesn't move.
Because he’s stopped breathing.
EXT. CAMP COMPOUND – FOLLOWING DAY
Witold carries a crate of stones across the yard. His back
aches, but he doesn’t slow.
He passes the open door of Block 9 — glances inside. A flash
of eyes meet his.
A man inside gives a slight nod — prisoner number 3704.
INT. BLOCK 9 – LATRINE – MOMENTS LATER
Witold enters slowly. A man stands at the sink — gaunt, early
50s, eyes sharp. This is JÓZEF.
He doesn’t look up.
JÓZEF
I hear you’ve seen the gallows.
WITOLD
I counted the rope fibers.
JÓZEF
Good. You'll need that kind of
memory.
He tears a strip of linen from his waistband. Wraps it around
a small wooden tablet.
On it: coded markings. A message.
JÓZEF (CONT’D)
This goes to Block 14. Through the
bread cart boy. Before nightfall.
WITOLD
And after?
JÓZEF
After, you disappear back into the
filth.
Beat.
JÓZEF (CONT’D)
If you’re caught, I’ve never seen
you before.
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["Drama","Historical"]
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Messages in the Dark
EXT. KITCHEN YARD – LATER
Witold drops a slop bucket into the rear cart near the bread
crates.
The boy, no more than 12, catches his eye. A nod passes
between them.
Witold turns away before a guard notices.
INT. BLOCK 14 – NIGHT
A prisoner pulls the wooden tablet from a broken crate.
Unwraps it.
Inside: a list of names, numbers, and a crude map of the
crematorium layout.
INT. BARRACKS – NIGHT
Witold lies in his bunk. Rain on the roof.
Kazik returns from latrine duty, collapses onto the plank
beside him.
KAZIK
They say someone escaped from
Birkenau. Didn’t get far.
WITOLD
Maybe far enough.
Kazik chuckles — dark, hollow.
KAZIK
You’re starting to sound like a man
who believes in miracles.
WITOLD
I don’t.
Beat.
WITOLD (CONT’D)
But I believe in messages.
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["Drama","Historical"]
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Whispers of Escape
INT. BARRACKS – NIGHT
The moaning of sick men merges with the scratching of rats.
The rain hasn’t stopped. It drums the roof like artillery.
Witold lies flat on his bunk, unmoving. Nearby, the Jewish
boy who was beaten earlier curls into himself, weeping
softly. No one comforts him.
Kazik whispers from above:
KAZIK
You take one swing too early, and
all this ends before it starts.
WITOLD
So when?
KAZIK
When the right eyes are watching.
And the wrong ones are gone.
Beat.
KAZIK (CONT’D)
There’s a man in Block Nine. Name’s
Józef. Eyes like yours, only
colder. Used to run messages from
Warsaw to Berlin before the war.
WITOLD
He’s still moving messages?
Kazik nods slowly.
KAZIK
They say he knows where every body
goes... and where some don’t.
EXT. CAMP – FOLLOWING MORNING – MUDDY YARD
Witold hauls a cart of broken bricks past Block 9. His limp
is worse today.
From a crack in the wooden siding, a pair of eyes watches him
— JÓZEF (50s), face hollow, eyes razor sharp.
A soft signal — a click of the tongue. Subtle. Intentional.
Witold doesn’t react… until he’s safely past.
INT. LATRINE – BLOCK 9 – LATER
Dim. Wet. Flies buzz. Witold enters quietly.
Józef stands at the sink, washing his hands without soap.
JÓZEF
They say you wrote something.
Witold says nothing.
JÓZEF (CONT’D)
Good. Smart men don’t talk here.
They carve.
He reaches behind a loose stone in the wall, removes a small
slate chip no larger than a playing card — etched in tight
symbols, impossible to decipher without a key.
He wraps it in cloth and offers it to Witold.
JÓZEF (CONT’D)
Block 14. You know the bread boy?
Witold nods.
JÓZEF (CONT’D)
Give it to him. Then pretend it
never happened.
Witold takes the cloth. His hand brushes Józef’s. The man’s
fingers are cold — trembling, but not from fear.
EXT. LOADING AREA – LATE DAY
Rain drizzles as Witold empties slop buckets near the
kitchen. The boy, 12, dirty and fast, pulls a crate across
the mud.
Their eyes meet.
Witold slides the wrapped message beneath the crate. The boy
gives the barest nod, then moves on.
Just another silent day in hell.
INT. BARRACKS – NIGHT
The stink of damp rot clings to the walls. Witold sits up,
his fingers sore, wrapped in rags.
Kazik returns from night roll call.
KAZIK
Someone was caught hiding a razor
in Block 7.
(pause)
They hanged him from the meat hook.
Witold says nothing.
KAZIK (CONT’D)
But hey… your friend the kid made
it back from the kitchen.
Witold’s jaw flexes. He exhales slowly.
WITOLD
One line down.
Kazik smiles bitterly.
KAZIK
Seventy thousand to go.
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Silent Witness
INT. BLOCK 14 – HIDDEN COMPARTMENT – LATER
The boy’s crate lies open. A prisoner removes the cloth from
inside — unwrapping it to reveal the etched message slate.
He holds it up to candlelight.
We don’t see the message. But the man nods once.
INT. BARRACKS – EARLY MORNING
Whistles. Boots. Screaming.
A sudden raid.
SS guards storm into the barracks like wolves—shouting,
dragging men from bunks.
GUARD (GERMAN)
All against the wall! HANDS UP!
Witold jerks awake. Kazik is already on his feet, hands
behind his head.
The Jewish boy who was beaten earlier fumbles to rise—he's
too slow.
A Kapo grabs him, slams him into the floor.
Witold steps forward instinctively—stopped cold by Kazik’s
stare.
KAZIK (WHISPERS)
Not now. Not for him.
The boy is dragged outside, screaming.
EXT. EXECUTION WALL – MOMENTS LATER
Three prisoners — including the boy — are forced to kneel.
An SS officer paces behind them.
SS OFFICER (GERMAN)
Contraband. Resistance. You speak,
you die.
You breathe wrong — you die.
He raises his Luger.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Witold flinches from inside the barracks, fists clenched.
WITOLD (V.O.)
They want obedience.
Not fear.
Obedience.
INT. BARRACKS – LATER
Dead silence. No one speaks. No one eats. A pot of watery
soup sits untouched.
Witold unwraps a small cloth from beneath a loose floorboard.
Witold’s hands shake. He stares at the message, then burns it
with a match and flushes the ash.
FADE OUT.
FADE IN:
EXT. WARSAW – STREET MARKET – DAY – SEPTEMBER 1940
It’s cold. Gray. The city is tense, occupied. German soldiers
patrol corners. Vendors whisper. Children are missing.
Posters warn against harboring Jews or partisans.
WITOLD PILECKI (39) — crisp jacket, hard eyes — walks among
civilians. He looks like any man. But his gaze flicks to
rooftops, alleys, checkpoints. He’s a soldier in disguise.
LOUDSPEAKER (GERMAN, O.S.)
(Translated)
All able-bodied men between the
ages of 18 and 50 will report to
the square for labor selection.
Immediate compliance is mandatory.
People freeze. Some scatter. Others know resistance means
death.
Witold doesn’t flinch. He walks toward the square.
INT. APARTMENT – CONTINUOUS
A resistance handler, ZOFIA (30s), watches from behind a
curtain. She clutches a forged ID card bearing Witold’s new
alias: “Tomasz Serafiński.”
ZOFIA (TO HERSELF)
God help you.
EXT. WARSAW – SELECTION SQUARE – MOMENTS LATER
Men are herded into rows. Nazi soldiers shout in German. Dogs
bark. Witold stands among them — still, calm.
GERMAN SOLDIER
(barking)
Hände hoch! Documents!
Witold lifts his hands slowly. A soldier snatches his papers,
checks them, and strikes him hard across the face.
GERMAN SOLDIER (CONT’D)
You think we’re stupid, Serafiński?
Witold hits the ground. Blood at his lip. But his eyes burn
with calm fire.
He’s in.
He’s exactly where he meant to be.
EXT. TRANSPORT TRUCK – NIGHT
Men are shoved into the back of an open-air truck like
livestock. Witold climbs in, looking around. He memorizes
faces — and the fear.
He holds the rails as the gates slam shut behind him.
CUT TO BLACK.
SUPERIMPOSE: "Auschwitz, September 1940."
[... script continues as previously shared ...]
Genres:
["Drama","Historical","War"]
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45 -
Desperate Revelations
EXT. OUTSKIRTS – NIGHT
Henryk stumbles through dense woods.
Darkness closes in. Branches snap. Dogs bark in the distance.
He clutches a blood-streaked scrap — one of Witold’s reports
— tightly in his hand.
He runs. Breath ragged.
A light up ahead — a farmhouse.
INT. FARMHOUSE – MINUTES LATER
A WOMAN (50s) opens the door. Sees Henryk collapse on her
steps.
She pulls him in.
INT. FARMHOUSE – BEDROOM – LATER
Henryk, pale and feverish, lies in bed.
A FARMER (60s) kneels beside him, reading the smuggled papers
by lantern light.
FARMER
(quietly, stunned)
My God...
He looks at Henryk.
FARMER (CONT’D)
We have to get this to London.
INT. LONDON – POLISH EMBASSY – WEEKS LATER
INT. WAR ROOM – NIGHT
British, Polish, and Allied officials hunch over Witold’s
smuggled reports — translated, stamped, verified.
General maps. Sketches of crematoriums. Names. Numbers.
The horror is undeniable.
OFFICIAL
Is this confirmed?
POLISH REPRESENTATIVE
Beyond doubt. These atrocities...
they’re real.
OFFICIAL
And the source?
POLISH REPRESENTATIVE
Still inside. Risking everything.
He slides over Witold’s prisoner ID photo.
CLOSE ON the face: Number 4859.
FADE TO BLACK.
EXT. RAIL YARD – AUSCHWITZ – DAY
A new train pulls in — its whistle shrill, unnatural. Cattle
cars. Packed. No air.
GUARDS shout. Prisoners cry. Dogs bark.
Witold watches from behind a fence, face blank.
CLOSE ON: One window — tiny hands press the slats from
inside.
KAZIK (O.S.)
(children...)
They’re bringing them in now.
Witold doesn’t respond. His jaw clenches.
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46 -
Despair and Urgency
INT. BARRACKS – NIGHT
Kazik pulls back a floorboard. Inside: fragments of reports,
names, numbers.
He adds a scrap with today’s train number.
KAZIK
We’re full. There’s no room left to
bury them.
WITOLD
They don’t plan to.
KAZIK
You know what happens next, right?
Witold nods. He’s known for weeks.
INT. BLOCK 11 – BASEMENT – NIGHT
Dark. Mold. Screams echo from concrete walls.
Witold is shoved into a tiny cell with four others. Standing
room only.
One man is half-dead. Another prays.
KAZIK (O.S.)
(V.O.)
They say this is where God won’t
even visit.
INT. BLOCK 11 – HOURS LATER
No light. Men faint. A GUARD pours water — just enough to
torment.
Witold leans his forehead against the wall.
WITOLD (V.O.)
What is a soul worth, if no one
ever hears it cry?
INT. BLOCK 11 – NEXT DAY
The door creaks open. Light burns their eyes. One prisoner
collapses — dead.
Witold and the others are yanked out.
SS GUARD
Back to work. If you can still
stand.
Witold stumbles into the daylight — but he’s changed.
EXT. OUTSKIRTS – NIGHT
Henryk stumbles through dense woods.
Darkness closes in. Branches snap. Dogs bark in the distance.
He clutches a blood-streaked scrap — one of Witold’s reports
— tightly in his hand.
He runs. Breath ragged.
A light up ahead — a farmhouse.
INT. FARMHOUSE – MINUTES LATER
A WOMAN (50s) opens the door. Sees Henryk collapse on her
steps.
She pulls him in.
INT. FARMHOUSE – BEDROOM – LATER
Henryk, pale and feverish, lies in bed.
A FARMER (60s) kneels beside him, reading the smuggled papers
by lantern light.
FARMER
(quietly, stunned)
My God...
He looks at Henryk.
FARMER (CONT’D)
We have to get this to London.
INT. LONDON – POLISH EMBASSY – WEEKS LATER
Genres:
["Drama","War"]
Ratings
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47 -
Auschwitz: The Weight of Truth
INT. WAR ROOM – NIGHT
British, Polish, and Allied officials hunch over Witold’s
smuggled reports — translated, stamped, verified.
General maps. Sketches of crematoriums. Names. Numbers.
The horror is undeniable.
OFFICIAL
Is this confirmed?
POLISH REPRESENTATIVE
Beyond doubt. These atrocities...
they’re real.
OFFICIAL
And the source?
POLISH REPRESENTATIVE
Still inside. Risking everything.
He slides over Witold’s prisoner ID photo.
CLOSE ON the face: Number 4859.
FADE TO BLACK.
EXT. RAIL YARD – AUSCHWITZ – DAY
A new train pulls in — its whistle shrill, unnatural. Cattle
cars. Packed. No air.
GUARDS shout. Prisoners cry. Dogs bark.
Witold watches from behind a fence, face blank.
CLOSE ON: One window — tiny hands press the slats from
inside.
KAZIK (O.S.)
(children...)
They’re bringing them in now.
Witold doesn’t respond. His jaw clenches.
INT. BARRACKS – NIGHT
Kazik pulls back a floorboard. Inside: fragments of reports,
names, numbers.
He adds a scrap with today’s train number.
KAZIK
We’re full. There’s no room left to
bury them.
WITOLD
They don’t plan to.
KAZIK
You know what happens next, right?
Witold nods. He’s known for weeks.
Genres:
["Drama","Historical","War"]
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48 -
Struggle for Survival
INT. BLOCK 11 – BASEMENT – NIGHT
Dark. Mold. Screams echo from concrete walls.
Witold is shoved into a tiny cell with four others. Standing
room only.
One man is half-dead. Another prays.
KAZIK (O.S.)
(V.O.)
They say this is where God won’t
even visit.
INT. BLOCK 11 – HOURS LATER
No light. Men faint. A GUARD pours water — just enough to
torment.
Witold leans his forehead against the wall.
WITOLD (V.O.)
What is a soul worth, if no one
ever hears it cry?
INT. BLOCK 11 – NEXT DAY
The door creaks open. Light burns their eyes. One prisoner
collapses — dead.
Witold and the others are yanked out.
SS GUARD
Back to work. If you can still
stand.
Witold stumbles into the daylight — but he’s changed.
INT. INFIRMARY – AUSCHWITZ – DAY
A FILTHY BED. Witold lies still, recovering. A NURSE (20s) —
civilian, Czech, terrified — dabs his face.
She leans close.
CZECH NURSE
You need to stop. Or they’ll kill
you.
WITOLD
Good.
He closes his eyes. Her hands tremble.
EXT. CAMP GROUNDS – LATRINES – DAY
Prisoners shovel raw sewage. Flies swarm. A man collapses —
beaten for slowing down.
Witold joins them. His face unreadable.
A GUARD watches. His stare lingers.
INT. SECRET ROOM – BARRACKS – NIGHT
A flickering match. Witold, Kazik, and Vogel hunch over paper
— drawing blueprints. They whisper.
VOGEL
The wires. Main grid’s under the
admin building.
KAZIK
You’re sure?
VOGEL
Would I lie to the people who could
get me hanged?
WITOLD
We can’t attack it. But we can map
it.
He points to a sketched layout of the entire camp.
WITOLD (CONT’D)
Every inch of this place. Every
guard post, weapon, electric wire —
we log it.
They nod.
VOGEL
Still think we’ll get out?
WITOLD
No.
(beat)
But someone else will.
They all understand.
Genres:
["Drama","Historical"]
Ratings
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49 -
Defiance in Darkness
INT. MESS HALL – NIGHT
Nazi officers laugh, drink, smoke. Loud music.
KITCHEN – behind a curtain — Witold and a few inmates clean
trays. He listens.
One OFFICER boasts in German.
OFFICER (O.S.)
(Translated)
The Russians are pathetic. Frozen
before they even reach us.
Another mocks a starving child prisoner — making animal
sounds.
Witold’s jaw clenches.
OFFICER (O.S.) (CONT’D)
Hey! Where’s the soup?
Witold brings a bowl. Hot. He stares down the officer.
The officer slaps the bowl from his hands.
OFFICER (CONT’D)
You think you’re better than me?
The room quiets. Tension.
WITOLD
No. Just luckier.
He walks off. The officer fumes.
EXT. CAMP – FENCE LINE – NIGHT
Vogel and Kazik kneel in the dark, unspooling a thin wire.
They mark a point and bury it.
KAZIK
We’re gonna need more ink.
VOGEL
No. We’re gonna need a miracle.
They disappear into the night.
FADE OUT.
INT. BARRACKS – NIGHT
Kazik coughs violently, doubled over. Blood on his hand.
Witold kneels beside him, eyes scanning the barracks for
watching eyes.
WITOLD
That cough’s not from cold.
KAZIK
Typhus, maybe. Maybe just hell.
WITOLD
If you go down, who passes the next
dispatch?
Kazik chuckles weakly.
KAZIK
Was hoping to die famous. Now I’ll
settle for dying after dinner.
INT. CAMP KITCHEN – NIGHT
Witold sneaks into the storage room. He grabs potatoes, bits
of bread — hides them in his shirt.
A SHADOW passes under the door.
He freezes.
Footsteps. Gone.
He slips out — heart pounding.
Genres:
["Drama","Historical"]
Ratings
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50 -
Defiance in Despair
EXT. BARRACKS – NIGHT
He brings the food to Kazik and Vogel. They eat in silence.
VOGEL
When you do your reports... do you
include this?
WITOLD
Every crumb.
KAZIK
What’s London going to do, drop a
care package?
Witold looks away.
WITOLD
They’ll know. That’s the point.
EXT. WATCHTOWER – DAWN
A GUARD scans the horizon with binoculars.
Below, a prisoner collapses. The guard doesn’t flinch.
Instead, he watches—
Witold, pacing near the perimeter, burying something under a
latrine pit.
INT. GUARD OFFICE – LATER
The GUARD CAPTAIN enters, annoyed. The younger GUARD salutes.
YOUNG GUARD
That prisoner. 4859. He buried
something today.
CAPTAIN
And you let him walk away?
The Captain smacks the back of the young guard’s head and
storms out.
EXT. CAMP – MIDDAY
Witold is pulled from line-up.
SS CAPTAIN
Where is it?
WITOLD
Where’s what?
The Captain strikes him across the face.
SS CAPTAIN
Do you think we’re fools?
WITOLD
I think you’re scared.
The SS Captain’s hand trembles — but he doesn’t strike again.
Genres:
["Drama","Historical","War"]
Ratings
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51 -
Shadows of Survival
INT. CAMP HOSPITAL – NIGHT
Rows of dying men. Moaning, gasping. Witold walks through,
now wearing a prisoner medic armband. It gives him freedom —
and cover.
He checks pulses, takes notes... but not for medical use.
He memorizes numbers. Locations. Deaths.
INT. MAKESHIFT DARKROOM – SECRET ROOM – NIGHT
Kazik and Vogel help develop film from a smuggled camera —
blurry images of corpses, chimneys, mass graves.
The photos dry on string. Each one a death sentence if
caught.
WITOLD
We send these next.
VOGEL
If the runner makes it.
WITOLD
He will.
INT. ROLL CALL YARD – MORNING
Prisoners line up, trembling. A man is dragged forward —
caught with a radio.
SS COMMANDANT (O.S.)
In Polish—
"Let this be a lesson."
He shoots the man in the head. Cold. Mechanical.
WITOLD (V.O.)
They teach us that death is
nothing.
But they are wrong.
Genres:
["Drama","Historical","War"]
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52 -
Desperation in the Shadows
EXT. BARBED WIRE PERIMETER – NIGHT
A new runner, young and thin, slips through a sewage drain.
He holds a satchel.
Guards laugh by the fire — unaware.
The boy disappears into the woods.
EXT. LONDON – POLISH EMBASSY – WEEKS LATER
A package is opened by trembling hands. The photos spill out.
So do the names.
INT. BBC RADIO BOOTH – LATER
An announcer reads Witold’s words into a microphone.
BBC ANNOUNCER
The Polish resistance reports
atrocities at a Nazi camp known as
Auschwitz...
INT. CAMP – SECRET ROOM – SAME TIME
Witold hears the faint sound of a guard’s radio outside — his
own words, distorted by static and distance.
He closes his eyes. Victory flickers — fleeting.
INT. COMMANDANT'S OFFICE – DAY
The CAMP COMMANDANT reviews intercepted documents on his desk
— crude maps, lists, coded symbols.
He slams a fist down.
COMMANDANT
We have a mole.
INT. BARRACKS – DAY
Prisoners are pulled from bunks. Beaten. Dragged outside.
Witold watches, silent. One man screams as he’s hauled away.
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM – LATER
A bloodied PRISONER slumps in a chair.
SS OFFICER
Who helped you?
The prisoner lifts his head. One eye swollen shut.
PRISONER
4859.
Witold’s number.
INT. BARRACKS – NIGHT
Witold kneels at a hidden cache. Hands shaking, he burns
older documents, blueprints. No time to move them.
KAZIK
They’re on to us.
WITOLD
We’re done.
Kazik says nothing. He already knows.
Genres:
["Drama","Historical","War"]
Ratings
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53 -
Escape and Despair
EXT. FENCE LINE – NIGHT
Snow begins to fall.
Witold, Kazik, and Vogel sneak through shadows. They reach a
drainage tunnel.
VOGEL
If we’re caught...
WITOLD
Then we tell them the truth.
(beat)
(MORE)
WITOLD (CONT’D)
That we lived while the world
watched.
They descend into the tunnel.
INT. DRAINAGE TUNNEL – MOMENTS LATER
Claustrophobic. Filthy. Rats scurry. Breathing ragged. They
crawl.
Suddenly — VOICES. GUARDS nearby.
The three men freeze.
A spotlight sweeps over the drain’s edge... then moves on.
They continue.
EXT. FOREST – NIGHT
The tunnel opens. They stumble out, gasping for air.
Freedom.
They collapse in the brush, panting. Snow falls heavier.
KAZIK
We made it.
WITOLD
Not yet.
He lifts his head — distant barking. Dogs.
EXT. ROAD – PRE-DAWN
The three run through fog. A silhouette appears — a WOODSMAN
with a horse cart.
He stares. The prisoners stare back — gaunt, filthy.
Witold steps forward.
WITOLD
Please... Poland needs to know.
The man nods once.
EXT. RAIL YARD – AUSCHWITZ – DAY
A new train pulls in — its whistle shrill, unnatural. Cattle
cars. Packed. No air.
GUARDS shout. Prisoners cry. Dogs bark.
Witold watches from behind a fence, face blank.
CLOSE ON: One window — tiny hands press the slats from
inside.
KAZIK (O.S.)
(children...)
They’re bringing them in now.
Witold doesn’t respond. His jaw clenches.
Genres:
["Drama","Historical"]
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54 -
Descent into Darkness
INT. BARRACKS – NIGHT
Kazik pulls back a floorboard. Inside: fragments of reports,
names, numbers.
He adds a scrap with today’s train number.
KAZIK
We’re full. There’s no room left to
bury them.
WITOLD
They don’t plan to.
KAZIK
You know what happens next, right?
Witold nods. He’s known for weeks.
INT. BLOCK 11 – BASEMENT – NIGHT
Dark. Mold. Screams echo from concrete walls.
Witold is shoved into a tiny cell with four others. Standing
room only.
One man is half-dead. Another prays.
KAZIK (O.S.)
(V.O.)
They say this is where God won’t
even visit.
INT. BLOCK 11 – HOURS LATER
No light. Men faint. A GUARD pours water — just enough to
torment.
Witold leans his forehead against the wall.
WITOLD (V.O.)
What is a soul worth, if no one
ever hears it cry?
INT. BLOCK 11 – NEXT DAY
The door creaks open. Light burns their eyes. One prisoner
collapses — dead.
Witold and the others are yanked out.
SS GUARD
Back to work. If you can still
stand.
Witold stumbles into the daylight — but he’s changed.
Genres:
["Drama","Historical"]
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55 -
Defiance in Darkness
INT. INFIRMARY – AUSCHWITZ – DAY
A FILTHY BED. Witold lies still, recovering. A NURSE (20s) —
civilian, Czech, terrified — dabs his face.
She leans close.
CZECH NURSE
You need to stop. Or they’ll kill
you.
WITOLD
Good.
He closes his eyes. Her hands tremble.
EXT. CAMP GROUNDS – LATRINES – DAY
Prisoners shovel raw sewage. Flies swarm. A man collapses —
beaten for slowing down.
Witold joins them. His face unreadable.
A GUARD watches. His stare lingers.
INT. SECRET ROOM – BARRACKS – NIGHT
A flickering match. Witold, Kazik, and Vogel hunch over paper
— drawing blueprints. They whisper.
VOGEL
The wires. Main grid’s under the
admin building.
KAZIK
You’re sure?
VOGEL
Would I lie to the people who could
get me hanged?
WITOLD
We can’t attack it. But we can map
it.
He points to a sketched layout of the entire camp.
WITOLD (CONT’D)
Every inch of this place. Every
guard post, weapon, electric wire —
we log it.
They nod.
VOGEL
Still think we’ll get out?
WITOLD
No.
(beat)
But someone else will.
They all understand.
INT. MESS HALL – NIGHT
Nazi officers laugh, drink, smoke. Loud music.
KITCHEN – behind a curtain — Witold and a few inmates clean
trays. He listens.
One OFFICER boasts in German.
OFFICER (O.S.)
(Translated)
The Russians are pathetic. Frozen
before they even reach us.
Another mocks a starving child prisoner — making animal
sounds.
Witold’s jaw clenches.
OFFICER (O.S.) (CONT’D)
Hey! Where’s the soup?
Witold brings a bowl. Hot. He stares down the officer.
The officer slaps the bowl from his hands.
OFFICER (CONT’D)
You think you’re better than me?
The room quiets. Tension.
WITOLD
No. Just luckier.
He walks off. The officer fumes.
Genres:
["Drama","Historical"]
Ratings
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56 -
Escape in the Shadows
EXT. CAMP – FENCE LINE – NIGHT
Vogel and Kazik kneel in the dark, unspooling a thin wire.
They mark a point and bury it.
KAZIK
We’re gonna need more ink.
VOGEL
No. We’re gonna need a miracle.
They disappear into the night.
INT. COMMANDANT'S OFFICE – DAY
The CAMP COMMANDANT reviews intercepted documents on his desk
— crude maps, lists, coded symbols.
He slams a fist down.
COMMANDANT
We have a mole.
INT. BARRACKS – DAY
Prisoners are pulled from bunks. Beaten. Dragged outside.
Witold watches, silent. One man screams as he’s hauled away.
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM – LATER
A bloodied PRISONER slumps in a chair.
SS OFFICER
Who helped you?
The prisoner lifts his head. One eye swollen shut.
PRISONER
4859.
Witold’s number.
INT. BARRACKS – NIGHT
Witold kneels at a hidden cache. Hands shaking, he burns
older documents, blueprints. No time to move them.
KAZIK
They’re on to us.
WITOLD
We’re done.
Kazik says nothing. He already knows.
EXT. FENCE LINE – NIGHT
Snow begins to fall.
Witold, Kazik, and Vogel sneak through shadows. They reach a
drainage tunnel.
VOGEL
If we’re caught...
WITOLD
Then we tell them the truth.
(beat)
That we lived while the world
watched.
They descend into the tunnel.
Genres:
["Drama","War"]
Ratings
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57 -
Escape to Urgency
INT. DRAINAGE TUNNEL – MOMENTS LATER
Claustrophobic. Filthy. Rats scurry. Breathing ragged. They
crawl.
Suddenly — VOICES. GUARDS nearby.
The three men freeze.
A spotlight sweeps over the drain’s edge... then moves on.
They continue.
EXT. FOREST – NIGHT
The tunnel opens. They stumble out, gasping for air.
Freedom.
They collapse in the brush, panting. Snow falls heavier.
KAZIK
We made it.
WITOLD
Not yet.
He lifts his head — distant barking. Dogs.
EXT. ROAD – PRE-DAWN
The three run through fog. A silhouette appears — a WOODSMAN
with a horse cart.
He stares. The prisoners stare back — gaunt, filthy.
Witold steps forward.
WITOLD
Please... Poland needs to know.
The man nods once.
EXT. SAFEHOUSE – NIGHT
A candle flickers in a farmhouse attic. Witold, Kazik, and
Vogel huddle around a radio set and maps. A Polish RESISTANCE
LEADER (50s) listens intently.
WITOLD
We documented it all. Names.
Numbers. Infrastructure.
Crematoriums. Executions. They need
to bomb the rails. Now.
RESISTANCE LEADER
London knows?
WITOLD
They will.
KAZIK
If they care.
Silence. The truth stings.
Genres:
["Drama","War","Historical"]
Ratings
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58 -
Defiance in Darkness
EXT. LONDON – INTELLIGENCE HQ – DAY
British OFFICERS sort through Witold's new documents. His
escape has drawn urgent attention.
OFFICER #1
If this is real, it’s the most
complete intelligence out of any
Nazi camp.
OFFICER #2
And the man who brought it out...
He holds up a photo: Witold.
OFFICER #2 (CONT’D)
...wants to go back?
EXT. POLISH COUNTRYSIDE – DAY
Witold walks alone down a muddy road. He’s leaner. Worn. His
gaze remains sharp.
INT. SAFEHOUSE – NIGHT
Witold meets with key figures from the Polish Underground.
POLISH COMMANDER
You’ve done enough. You should
disappear.
WITOLD
That’s not why I survived.
POLISH COMMANDER
Then you’ll die for certain.
WITOLD
Then let it mean something.
EXT. WARSAW – STREET – DAY – 1943
Nazi patrols are heavier now. Civilians avert their eyes.
Witold slips a coded message to a courier — a boy no older
than 12.
INT. RESISTANCE PRINT SHOP – NIGHT
Leaflets are printed with detailed atrocities from Auschwitz.
Photos. Diagrams. Names.
WITOLD (V.O.)
You ask why I returned. It’s
because silence is the final
victory of evil.
INT. WARSAW CELLAR – NIGHT
A trapdoor slams open. Gestapo agents flood in. Witold fights
but is overwhelmed. Beaten. Arrested.
INT. GESTAPO PRISON – LATER
Witold — tortured — sits bloodied, defiant.
GESTAPO INTERROGATOR
Why did you come back?
WITOLD
To testify.
Genres:
["Drama","Historical","War"]
Ratings
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59 -
Echoes of Injustice
INT. COURTROOM – MOCK TRIAL – 1948
A kangaroo court. Soviet-backed Polish officials accuse
Witold of espionage and treason.
JUDGE
You betrayed your country. How do
you plead?
WITOLD
I served it.
The judge slams a gavel. Death sentence.
INT. PRISON CELL – NIGHT
Witold kneels, writing one final letter by candlelight. His
voice narrates:
WITOLD (V.O.)
If we do not choose to see what
evil does in the world, then we
choose to let it win.
EXT. PRISON YARD – DAWN
Witold is led out. No last rites. No crowd.
A single SHOT rings out.
Silence.
INT. CLASSROOM – MODERN DAY
A TEACHER stands before a screen showing Witold’s photo.
TEACHER
He volunteered to enter Auschwitz.
He escaped. He warned the world.
And the world ignored him.
A YOUNG STUDENT raises her hand.
STUDENT
Did anyone ever say sorry?
The teacher doesn’t answer.
A beat.
She looks at the photo of Witold — her eyes damp.
Then back to the class, voice hushed.
TEACHER
No. Not yet.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Drama","Historical","War"]
Ratings
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60 -
A Brave Last Stand
EXT. PRISON YARD – DAWN
Witold is marched out between two GUARDS. The sky is gray.
Rain falls lightly. No last rites. No crowd.
He passes by fellow prisoners watching from barred windows —
silent salutes, clenched fists.
The EXECUTION WALL — stained from countless deaths — looms.
Witold is forced to kneel.
EXECUTIONER (O.S.)
Final words?
WITOLD
Long live free Poland.
The EXECUTIONER raises a pistol.
Witold closes his eyes, looking upward.
BOOM — a single gunshot to the back of the head.
Witold falls.
Blood on stone. Rain washes it toward the dirt.
His body crumples at the wall.
No applause. No ceremony. Just silence.
FADE OUT.
SUPER:
"His story remained classified by Communist Poland for
decades. In 2006, he was posthumously awarded the Order of
the White Eagle, Poland’s highest honor."