A biting wind tears across the fields. The thatched roof of
the barn creaks beneath a sky choked with cloud.
Dim lamplight flickers behind the wooden slats. Inside, a
crowd murmurs — low, uneasy.
INT. BARN – CONTINUOUS
Shadows stretch across bales of straw. At the center, a
JEWISH MAN IN HIS 40s kneels, hands tied behind his back,
face bruised and bleeding.
A semicircle of VILLAGERS stand quietly, faces unreadable. No
one moves.
A sharp step breaks the silence — GESTAPO OFFICER BECKER,
tall, neatly pressed, steps forward. A soldier stands beside
him, rifle slung and ready.
Becker unfolds a paper. His voice is calm, unhurried.
BECKER
(in German, subtitled)
Falsification of documents.
Harboring fugitives. Failure to
report for relocation.
He folds the paper. Nods once.
BECKER (CONT’D)
Punishable by death.
No protest. No defense. Just the sound of someone in the
crowd exhaling, sharply.
MADS SØRENSEN (30s), local and known to many, watches from
the rear. His eyes flicker to the condemned man — then away.
Behind a hay cart, nearly hidden, LENA ABRAMSON (17)
crouches. Her coat is torn, her face streaked with tears and
dirt. In her lap, a scuffed violin case.
Her eyes find the man kneeling — her father. Their gazes
lock.
LENA’S FATHER
(barely audible)
Don’t look away.
A beat.
The rifle cracks.
He crumples forward. Straw darkens with blood.
Lena gasps — a muffled, involuntary sound. Her hands fly to
her mouth as her violin case slips from her lap and hits the
floor with a dull thump.
A villager glances toward the sound — but says nothing.
The crowd disperses in silence.
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Silent Tensions
EXT. DANISH VILLAGE – EARLY MORNING
Cobblestones glisten with frost. Thin mist curls through the
narrow streets.
A column of GERMAN SOLDIERS marches past shuttered shops,
rifles high, boots pounding in rhythm.
Above them, fighter planes slice across the sky — engines
shrieking.
Along the alley walls, fresh posters flap in the wind.
One is tacked to a bakery door. We read:
ALL JEWS MUST REPORT TO THE GERMAN AUTHORITIES BY OCTOBER 3.
FAILURE TO COMPLY IS A CRIMINAL OFFENSE.
A boy walks by with a basket of bread. He doesn't stop.
INT. CLINIC – SAME
A cold, clean room lined with supply shelves and chipped
enamel basins.
INGRID THOMSEN (40s) gently wraps a bandage around a child’s
arm. Her fingers are precise, practiced. She barely glances
up as the boy winces.
Outside the window, a Gestapo staff car glides by — slow,
deliberate.
In the doorway stands her son, FREDERIK (12). Small, quiet,
holding a dented lunch pail in one hand and an old compass in
the other.
Their eyes meet. They say nothing.
The child hops down from the table and leaves. Ingrid pulls
the curtain closed.
A distant rumble — planes again.
She tilts her head and listens. Her hand rests on the
windowsill. Her jaw tightens.
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A Refuge in Fear
EXT. INGRID’S HOUSE LATER THAT DAY
Ingrid locks her bicycle against the fence. She stands there
for a moment, staring at the horizon.
Just beyond the trees, smoke rises. A thin line. A warning.
She exhales — slow and steady.
And steps inside.
FADE TO BLACK.
INT. INGRID’S HOUSE – ENTRYWAY – MOMENTS LATER
The front door creaks shut behind her. Ingrid sets her bag
down, removes her coat.
A sound — a faint knock at the back door.
She freezes.
Slowly, she moves through the kitchen and opens the rear
door.
LENA ABRAMSON (17) stands in the cold. Pale. Hollow-eyed.
Dressed in worn clothes far too thin for autumn. Her violin
case dangles from her fingers.
LENA
(quietly)
They took her.
INGRID
Come in. Quickly.
INT. INGRID’S HOUSE – KITCHEN – MOMENTS LATER
The stove crackles with low heat. Ingrid pours hot water into
a chipped cup.
Lena sits stiffly at the kitchen table. Hands curled around
the violin case like it’s the only thing tethering her to the
world.
INGRID
Where’s your mother?
Lena doesn’t answer.
INGRID (CONT’D)
(softly)
Lena?
LENA
(barely audible)
They kicked the door in.
She pushed me out the back.
I heard—
Her voice catches. Ingrid sets the cup down beside her. Sits
across from her.
INGRID
You’ll stay here. For now. No one
knows.
LENA
(mechanical)
Mads does.
Ingrid freezes.
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Shelter in Shadows
INT. INGRID’S HOUSE – ROOT CELLAR – LATER
Wood creaks as Ingrid lifts the hatch behind the pantry. She
descends carefully, lantern in hand.
Lena follows, violin case hugged to her chest.
Stone walls. Damp earth. Shelves of preserved jars. A single
cot covered in a wool blanket.
INGRID
This is all I can offer.
LENA
It’s enough.
Lena crouches and tucks the violin case under the cot. She
doesn’t look at Ingrid.
LENA (CONT’D)
He didn’t want me to look away.
INGRID
Then don’t.
But don’t let it break you either.
Above them — a sudden knock at the front door.
They both freeze.
INT. INGRID’S HOUSE – FRONT DOOR – MOMENTS LATER
Ingrid opens the door, guarded. MADS SØRENSEN (30s) stands on
the step. Smiling. But his eyes... too curious.
MADS
Morning, Ingrid. Cold one, huh?
INGRID
Mads.
MADS
Thought I’d see if you’ve got any
of that elderberry tonic. My aunt’s
got that cough again.
INGRID
I can mix some.
MADS
Appreciate it.
Lot of sick folks lately. You’d think nerves could cause
illness.
She hesitates — then gently peels the coat from her
shoulders. Underneath: a simple blouse, torn at the collar.
He stares at her chest.
SS OFFICER (CONT’D)
Hm. Nothing special.
He steps closer. Too close. The mother flinches but doesn’t
move.
SS OFFICER (CONT’D)
Hold him up. I want to see him.
She doesn’t understand.
SS OFFICER (CONT’D)
Hold. The baby. Next to your face.
Lena stares, frozen. Ingrid pulls her back behind a cart.
They watch through the slats.
The woman slowly obeys, lifting the baby beside her cheek.
MOTHER
(soft)
Shhh... It’s okay.
The SS officer draws his sidearm.
Without warning, he shoots.
The bullet tears through the baby’s skull and into the
mother’s temple.
She crumples instantly, body folding like paper.
Blood sprays across the cobblestones.
Gasps ripple from nearby windows. Someone sobs behind a
shutter.
The SS officer holsters his pistol, straightens his uniform,
and continues walking.
No one stops him. No one speaks.
BEHIND THE CART
Lena breaks. She surges forward.
LENA
No—!
Ingrid grabs her. Slams her hand over Lena’s mouth. Pulls her
back into shadow.
INGRID
Don’t. Don’t you dare. You’ll get
both of us killed.
Lena fights her for a moment — then collapses into her arms,
trembling, whispering.
LENA
He shot the baby... oh my God...
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Fleeing Shadows
EXT. UPPER STREET – SAME
Becker steps from the bakery. Hears the cry. The gunshot.
Sees the SS officer stroll past.
Then he turns.
In the distance, he sees a figure duck behind a cart.
Too far to identify.
He walks toward the scene.
EXT. BEHIND THE CART – MOMENTS LATER
The body lies twisted in the street. Blood pooling into the
gutter.
Lena stares in horror, rocking.
Ingrid watches Becker approaching.
She grips Lena’s shoulders, leans in close.
INGRID
We move. Now.
EXT. SIDE ALLEY – MOMENTS LATER
Ingrid half-drags Lena down a narrow side street.
They vanish into the fog.
EXT. CART – MOMENTS LATER
Becker reaches the scene. Looks down at the woman and child.
He removes his gloves.
Then kneels beside the body.
Looks up the street. Then toward the alley.
His eyes narrow.
He stands.
INT. INGRID’S HOUSE – NIGHT
The door shuts softly. Ingrid guides Lena inside.
Lena’s face is pale. Empty.
She sits at the kitchen table without removing her coat.
Frederik peeks from the hallway.
FREDERIK
What happened?
INGRID
Nothing. It was just—someone got
hurt in the square.
FREDERIK
I heard people screaming.
INGRID
(gentle, firm)
Don’t ask again.
He hesitates... then nods and disappears back into his room.
Ingrid pours a cup of water. Hands it to Lena.
INGRID (CONT’D)
You need to sleep. Tomorrow we run.
Lena nods. But doesn’t move.
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Pruning Secrets
EXT. MRS. KJAER’S YARD – NEXT MORNING
Becker stands at her gate. Calm. Cordial. Almost polite.
Mrs. Kjaer prunes a rosebush, careful with each stem.
BECKER
Such care for something that bleeds
so easily.
MRS. KJAER
Everything worth keeping does.
BECKER
You’ve lived next to Ingrid Thomsen
for how long?
MRS. KJAER
Twenty-three years. Since her
wedding day.
BECKER
She’s... quiet. Keeps to herself.
MRS. KJAER
She’s a nurse. It’s what good ones
do.
BECKER
You haven’t noticed anything
strange? Visitors? Movement in the
cellar, perhaps?
MRS. KJAER
Just dust and mice down there. But
if I see any trouble, I’ll be sure
to knock on your door.
Becker studies her. She holds his gaze, unflinching.
BECKER
(smiling faintly)
I think you would.
He turns. Walks on.
Her smile fades the moment his back is turned.
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Escape from the Cellar
INT. ROOT CELLAR – SAME
Lena lies curled on the cot, the violin beside her.
Ingrid sits on the steps, knees tucked to her chest.
A beat.
LENA
I keep hearing the sound.
INGRID
I know.
LENA
The baby didn’t even cry.
INGRID
(quiet)
That’s why he did it. He wanted
someone to scream.
A long silence. The lantern flickers.
INGRID (CONT’D)
Tomorrow night. We go. You need
your strength.
Lena pulls the blanket tighter. Doesn’t answer.
EXT. HARBOR – NIGHT
Karl checks the engine on his fishing boat, shielded by
crates.
He loads a satchel into a dry compartment: flares, oilcloth,
a pistol wrapped in canvas.
Mads, farther down the dock, watches from the shadows.
Karl doesn’t see him.
Mads eyes the boat. Then turns and disappears into the fog.
INT. INGRID’S HOUSE – LATE NIGHT
Candlelight. Ingrid sets out coats, small food packets, dry
shoes.
She walks quietly into Frederik’s room.
He’s asleep, curled against the wall, his father’s compass
under his hand.
She watches him a long moment.
A soft knock at the front door.
She stiffens. Doesn’t move.
A louder knock. Then boots on the step.
She crosses the room silently, peers through the curtain.
Two soldiers. Becker behind them.
They don’t knock again. Just wait.
Then—without a word—they turn and continue down the street.
Ingrid collapses into a chair. Breathing hard.
INT. ROOT CELLAR – MOMENTS LATER
She descends the ladder.
INGRID
Pack your things. It’s time.
INT. ROOT CELLAR – EARLY MORNING
Lena folds the blanket with care. She tucks it under the cot.
Her violin case sits closed. Cleaned. Wrapped in cloth.
She looks around the cellar — the dirt, the jars, the
flickering lantern.
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I hated it here.
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LENA (CONT’D)
I’ll miss it anyway.
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FREDERIK
It’s time.
INT. INGRID’S KITCHEN – MOMENTS LATER
A cloth satchel sits on the table: food, forged papers, dry
socks.
Ingrid pulls a coat onto Lena’s shoulders and tightens the
buttons.
She pulls up Lena’s hood and cups her face.
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INGRID
No talking. No eye contact. If they
speak to you, you don’t speak back.
Lena nods.
Frederik opens the back door.
A gust of cold fog rushes in.
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Through the Fog: A Dangerous Passage
EXT. VILLAGE OUTSKIRTS – LATER
The three of them move carefully along a side path. Trees
line the road. Fog clings low to the ground.
A distant dog barks. A bell tolls once. Then silence.
Up ahead: the Gestapo checkpoint — a small wooden outpost on
the edge of town.
A searchlight sweeps back and forth. A truck idles nearby.
INGRID
Remember the signal. One knock, two
slow. One fast.
FREDERIK
If we’re separated?
INGRID
Get to the harbor. Karl will wait.
They nod.
EXT. CHECKPOINT – MOMENTS LATER
Two Gestapo officers stand in the fog, rifles slung.
The trio approaches slowly. Ingrid in front, Frederik at her
side, Lena just behind.
OFFICER
Halt.
They stop.
OFFICER (CONT’D)
Papers.
Ingrid hands him the bundle.
The second officer circles slowly behind them.
He stops near Lena.
OFFICER 2
Is she mute?
INGRID
Born that way. Can’t speak. Can’t
hear.
OFFICER 2
Pretty.
Lena stares straight ahead.
OFFICER
(to Ingrid)
You’re taking her to the
sanatorium?
INGRID
Yes. Her father died two months
ago. Her mother last week. I’m all
she has.
He stares at her. Long and slow.
Then stamps the paper.
OFFICER
Move along.
They walk.
No one breathes until they’ve passed the checkpoint.
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A Race Against Shadows
EXT. HARBOR HILL – LATER
The fog thickens. The ocean smells closer now.
They pause beneath the hilltop overlooking the docks.
In the distance, Karl’s boat waits in the shadows.
A lamp flickers once.
INGRID
Go straight to the dock. No stops.
Frederik leads. Lena follows. Ingrid looks back once, then
moves.
INT. GESTAPO OFFICE – SAME
Becker sits at his desk, reviewing a list.
Mads enters.
MADS
The girl’s name is Lena Abramson.
Confirmed from school records.
Becker circles the name slowly.
BECKER
Find every address linked to the
family.
Grandparents. Cousins. Classmates. Neighbors.
MADS
Already started.
BECKER
Start earlier.
He looks up. Cold.
BECKER (CONT’D)
Someone took her in. That makes
them the next target.
He sets the paper down.
And underlines the name.
LENA ABRAMSON.
EXT. HARBOR – NIGHT
The fog rolls thick and cold. The tide slaps against the dock
pilings.
Karl’s fishing boat rocks gently. Its lamp flickers once —
the signal.
Ingrid, Lena, and Frederik move quickly but carefully across
the dock.
A metal ring CLANGS under Frederik’s boot.
All three freeze.
No one speaks. The sound fades.
Karl emerges from the wheelhouse, waves them aboard.
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Tension on the Dock
INT. KARL’S BOAT – MOMENTS LATER
Below deck — dim, tight space.
Karl locks the hatch behind them.
KARL
Stay below. We push off in five.
Engines will mask your breathing.
He grabs the pistol from the crate, checks it.
INGRID
Any sign of patrols?
KARL
Nothing yet. Let’s pray it stays
that way.
EXT. HARBOR STREET – SAME
Two Nazi soldiers walk along the sea wall, rifles over
shoulders.
Footsteps echo off the stone. One gestures toward the fog.
SOLDIER
Boat running without permit?
SECOND SOLDIER
Let’s have a look.
They change direction — toward Karl’s dock.
INT. KARL’S BOAT – SAME
Karl hears the footsteps.
KARL
Stay down. No matter what you hear.
He heads topside.
EXT. HARBOR DOCK – CONTINUOUS
Karl lights a cigarette. Acts calm.
The two soldiers approach through the fog.
SOLDIER
You’re not on the manifest.
KARL
I fish at night. Always have. Fog
keeps the engines cool.
SECOND SOLDIER
Step aside.
Karl hesitates.
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Confrontation in the Fog
EXT. HARBOR PATH – SAME
Mrs. Kjaer appears suddenly at the edge of the dock, coat
pulled tight, carrying a basket of bread.
She calls out—
MRS. KJAER
Officers? Is something wrong?
They turn.
MRS. KJAER (CONT’D)
My husband’s waiting for fish. If
you delay this boat, I’ll be the
one who starves. Not him.
SOLDIER
This area is restricted.
MRS. KJAER
Then arrest me for buying
groceries.
A long pause.
The soldier eyes her. She doesn’t flinch.
Karl lowers his cigarette. Tense.
SECOND SOLDIER
Next time, get a permit.
They turn and walk off.
Mrs. Kjaer doesn’t move until they vanish into the fog.
Then she turns back. And disappears into the mist.
INT. KARL’S BOAT – BELOW DECK – MOMENTS LATER
Ingrid watches through a slit in the hull.
INGRID
That was her.
LENA
Who?
INGRID
The woman who watches roses bloom
in the frost.
Karl fires the engine.
The hull begins to rumble.
EXT. HARBOR – NIGHT
The boat pulls away from the dock, swallowed by fog.
The engine fades into the vast, dark sea.
EXT. KARL’S BOAT – OPEN SEA – NIGHT
Thick fog blankets the water. The boat cuts silently through
the mist.
Below deck, the engine hums low.
INT. KARL’S BOAT – BELOW DECK – CONTINUOUS
Ingrid sits with Lena, brushing her hair with her fingers.
Frederik leans against the wall, nodding off.
Karl checks the engine housing. Frowns. Hears something.
KARL
Ingrid. We have to stop the motor.
INGRID
Why?
KARL
Patrol boat. I hear it. Starboard
side.
He shuts the engine off. The boat drifts.
Silence.
Then… a faint rumble grows.
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Tension on the Open Sea
EXT. OPEN SEA – SAME
Through the fog, the silhouette of a Nazi patrol boat cruises
parallel.
A SEARCHLIGHT sweeps across the water. Misses Karl’s boat by
meters.
INT. KARL’S BOAT – BELOW DECK
The beam of light passes overhead. The hull creaks. Everyone
freezes.
Lena clasps her violin case tightly, trembling. A small noise
escapes her throat.
Ingrid covers her mouth. Holds her close.
The patrol boat moves on.
Silence returns.
Karl exhales. Slowly starts the engine.
INT. GESTAPO REGIONAL HQ – DENMARK – NIGHT
A polished, mahogany room. Maps of Denmark cover one wall.
A swastika flag hangs between crossed rifles.
BECKER stands with two high-ranking NAZI OFFICERS.
MAJOR KRUGER
Helsingør. Odense. Svendborg. All
scheduled for sweep within five
days.
OFFICER SCHMIDT
Local police are... hesitant.
BECKER
Replace them. Volunteers or not.
Kruger unrolls a scroll of paper — lists of Jewish names.
MAJOR KRUGER
Berlin demands shipment to
Theresienstadt. But… noncompliance
has consequences.
OFFICER SCHMIDT
Resistance cells are hiding
children.
BECKER
Then we stop being gentle.
He walks to the map, points to red circles along the coast.
BECKER (CONT’D)
Begin with the harbors. Anyone
caught with forged papers or hiding
fugitives...
(beat)
Shoot them. Publicly.
Kruger nods.
MAJOR KRUGER
What about teachers? Doctors?
Priests?
BECKER
Make examples of them.
He looks out the window. Fog outside. A ship horn echoes in
the distance.
BECKER (CONT’D)
They think the water will save
them.
(beat)
Let the water run red.
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Fog and Fractures
EXT. OPEN SEA – LATER
Karl’s boat slices through the fog. The Danish coast vanishes
behind them.
Below deck, Lena plays a few trembling notes on her violin.
Soft. Barely audible.
Frederik listens. For the first time, he smiles.
Ingrid watches the fog thicken ahead.
INGRID
How much farther?
KARL (O.S.)
A few miles. Then Sweden.
She closes her eyes.
INGRID
Let them hold.
FREDERIK
Who?
INGRID
The stars. Let them hold above us a
little longer.
The violin music continues, trembling but true.
FADE OUT.
EXT. KARL'S BOAT - OPEN SEA - LATER
The fog deepens. Water slaps rhythmically against the hull.
Karl keeps the wheel steady. Tension clings to the air.
INT. KARL'S BOAT - BELOW DECK - SAME
Ingrid listens closely. Something is wrong.
INGRID
Karl?
No answer.
She climbs topside.
EXT. KARL'S BOAT - WHEELHOUSE - SAME
Karl stares ahead. Still.
INGRID
What is it?
KARL
We have a leak.
She looks down — water seeps from a jointed seam near the
starboard base.
INGRID
Can we patch it?
KARL
Yes. But we need to be fast.
He scrambles down.
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Tides of Tension
INT. KARL'S BOAT - BELOW DECK
Karl grabs tools and a strip of canvas. Hands moving quickly.
Frederik watches, silent. Lena keeps playing, nervously.
Karl patches the leak with rough precision. The groaning hull
settles.
KARL
We hold. For now.
EXT. GESTAPO REGIONAL HQ - SAME
Becker steps into the corridor. Lights flicker overhead.
He meets a MESSENGER OFFICER.
MESSENGER
Report from Elsinore. Fishing
vessel spotted off north bay.
Matches description from the tip.
Becker's eyes narrow.
BECKER
Launch intercept. Now.
He walks back into the war room.
BECKER (CONT’D)
Prepare to welcome our ghosts.
EXT. OPEN SEA - NIGHT
A thin line of moonlight breaks through the fog.
The boat continues, unaware.
FADE OUT.
EXT. OPEN SEA – DAWN
The first hint of sunrise stains the fog pink. The sea is
eerily calm.
Karl’s boat glides silently, its patched hull holding — but
barely.
INT. KARL’S BOAT – BELOW DECK – CONTINUOUS
Ingrid dabs Lena’s forehead. The girl is pale and feverish.
INGRID
She’s burning up.
KARL (O.S.)
We can’t stop. We’re close now.
Frederik offers Lena his canteen. She drinks, weak.
LENA
I dreamed of him again.
INGRID
Who?
LENA
Papa. In the barn.
Ingrid grips her hand tightly.
INGRID
That’s behind us. We go forward.
Always.
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Pursuit at Sea
INT. GESTAPO COASTAL PATROL BOAT – BRIDGE – SAME
Becker peers through binoculars, the sea stretching endlessly
ahead.
NAZI HELMSMAN
Fog’s clearing to the west.
BECKER
Good. Bring us around.
He lowers the binoculars. Behind him, a radio operator
listens intently.
RADIO OPERATOR
We intercepted a signal. Possibly
Morse — from a fishing vessel.
BECKER
Coordinates?
RADIO OPERATOR
North by northwest. Fifteen
kilometers off coast.
BECKER
That’s them.
He turns to the helmsman.
BECKER (CONT’D)
Full speed.
EXT. KARL’S BOAT – OPEN SEA – LATER
A shadow forms ahead — low hills. A distant coastline.
KARL
That’s Sweden.
Ingrid squints into the rising sun.
INGRID
We're going to make it.
Suddenly —
WHUMP. A distant echo. Then another.
Karl looks back. Thin columns of smoke rise far behind them.
KARL
They're bombing the harbor.
Covering their pursuit.
EXT. GESTAPO COASTAL PATROL BOAT – SAME
The boat surges forward. Becker adjusts his coat, stepping
into the wind.
BECKER
Find them. No prisoners.
His voice cuts like ice.
FADE TO BLACK.
EXT. OPEN SEA – NEARING SWEDEN – MORNING
The fog is lifting. Sunlight cuts through in shafts.
Karl's boat groans as it pushes through light chop. The
Swedish coast grows clearer with every meter.
INT. KARL’S BOAT – BELOW DECK – SAME
Lena’s breathing is shallow. Ingrid wets a cloth and places
it on her head.
FREDERIK
She’s not waking up.
INGRID
Keep talking to her. She needs to
hear us.
Karl drops below deck.
KARL
Another thirty minutes. We need her
strong enough to walk.
INGRID
She will be.
Lena stirs faintly.
LENA
Papa said... stars never drown.
Ingrid freezes. Tears well, but she forces a smile.
INGRID
He was right.
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The Narrow Escape
EXT. GESTAPO COASTAL PATROL BOAT – DECK – SAME
The German boat cuts hard through the water. Faster now. The
Swedish coast in their sights.
Becker grips a railing. A junior officer joins him.
JUNIOR OFFICER
Visual confirmation. Civilian
vessel, under sail and motor.
Unflagged. Likely target.
BECKER
Ready the guns. Intercept angle —
now.
He steps into the bridge.
BECKER (CONT’D)
No warning shots. No mercy.
EXT. KARL’S BOAT – SAME
A distant HUM. Karl looks up.
A speck grows larger — the Nazi patrol boat.
KARL
Ingrid!
She rushes topside, sees it.
INGRID
They’re coming.
Karl guns the motor. The boat shudders.
KARL
I need more speed — even if it
blows the damn thing.
The engine WHINES.
INT. KARL’S BOAT – BELOW DECK
Frederik wraps his arms around Lena.
FREDERIK
You can’t leave. We’re almost
there. Please...
Lena’s eyes flicker open.
LENA
Music.
FREDERIK
What?
LENA
Play something. Play me something.
He looks around. Finds the violin case. Hands trembling, he
opens it.
He draws the bow once, unsure.
Then again — a soft, rough tune. Barely music. But Lena
smiles.
EXT. OPEN SEA – CONTINUOUS
The Nazi patrol boat is closing. Its deck gun pivots.
Suddenly —
A SIREN. From the north.
A SWEDISH COAST GUARD CUTTER appears from the haze.
The Nazi boat veers off.
Karl’s boat sputters but holds. The Swedish flag now visible
ahead.
Ingrid collapses in relief.
INGRID
Stars held.
FADE OUT.
EXT. SWEDISH COAST – DAY
Karl’s boat approaches the rocky shoreline. The Swedish
cutter guides them in.
EXT. SWEDISH HARBOR – MOMENTS LATER
A pair of uniformed SWEDISH SOLDIERS assist the passengers
off the boat. Medics rush forward.
Lena is lifted gently onto a stretcher. Ingrid walks beside
her, never letting go of her hand.
SWEDISH MEDIC
We have a clinic. It’s safe now.
Karl climbs onto the dock, scanning the coast behind them —
haunted.
KARL
That’s one crossing.
He looks at the horizon. The Danish shore now invisible in
the mist.
Genres:
["Drama","War"]
Ratings
Scene
31 -
Shadows of Fear
INT. SWEDISH SHELTER – NIGHT
A small, warm room. Cots. Steam rises from bowls of soup. The
refugees eat in silence.
Ingrid sits beside Lena, who stirs groggily. Her fever has
broken.
LENA
Are we... really here?
INGRID
Yes. We’re safe.
A beat.
LENA
Where’s Papa?
Ingrid hesitates. Brushes a curl from Lena’s forehead.
INGRID
He’s in the stars.
Lena closes her eyes. Silent tears. Ingrid wipes them away.
EXT. DANISH VILLAGE – NIGHT
Torches blaze.
Gestapo soldiers march through the village square. Becker
leads them.
He stops at a house — the home of MADS SØRENSEN.
INT. SØRENSEN’S HOUSE – MOMENTS LATER
Sørensen stands with trembling hands as Becker paces.
BECKER
You failed to mention the second
child.
SØRENSEN
I didn’t know! I swear —
Becker pulls his sidearm. Points it at Sørensen’s wife.
BECKER
You should’ve known.
He fires. She drops. Sørensen screams.
BECKER (CONT’D)
Keep screaming. I want the whole
village to hear it.
EXT. DANISH COUNTRYSIDE – LATER THAT NIGHT
A barn burns. Flames lick the sky. Cattle run loose.
Gestapo trucks roar down the road, headlights cutting through
smoke.
A new round of **retribution raids** begins.
Genres:
["Drama","War"]
Ratings
Scene
32 -
Echoes of Escape
INT. SWEDISH SHELTER – SAME
Frederik lies awake. He hears distant wind, rattling
windowpanes.
He glances at the violin case beside Lena’s bed.
FREDERIK (V.O.)
We escaped fire. But some fires
chase us.
He turns away, eyes wide open.
FADE TO BLACK.
FADE IN:
EXT. SWEDISH COUNTRYSIDE – DAY
Rolling fields under cold sun. A TRUCK marked with a red
cross speeds down a gravel road.
INT. SWEDISH CLINIC – DAY
Lena lies on a clean hospital bed. A nurse adjusts an IV.
Ingrid watches quietly from the doorway.
NURSE
Her fever’s down. She’s strong.
Ingrid nods, gripping the doorway for balance.
KARL (O.S.)
I spoke with the Red Cross. They’ll
start paperwork for asylum.
Karl steps in, tired but calm. He looks down at Lena.
KARL (CONT’D)
She made it.
INGRID
What about the others?
Karl’s silence says everything.
Genres:
["Drama","War"]
Ratings
Scene
33 -
Echoes of Despair
EXT. GERMAN OCCUPATION HQ – COPENHAGEN – DAY
A brutalist building. Black flags with the swastika flap in
the wind.
INT. OCCUPATION HQ – INTERROGATION ROOM
Two Danish villagers sit, bloodied. One sobs. Becker lights a
cigarette.
BECKER
So many good Danes... willing to
die for strangers.
He turns to a Gestapo CAPTAIN.
BECKER (CONT’D)
Burn every farm east of Helsingør.
Hang three at random.
The captain nods. Leaves.
Becker stares at the prisoners.
BECKER (CONT’D)
I hope your wives aren’t waiting.
He exits. Behind him, the sobbing continues.
INT. SWEDISH REFUGEE OFFICE – DAY
Papers shuffle. Stamps slam down.
A YOUNG CLERK speaks with Karl and Ingrid.
CLERK
The government’s overwhelmed.
Lodging is limited. But we’ll place
you.
KARL
And the others?
CLERK
More are coming every day.
Hundreds. Maybe thousands.
EXT. SWEDISH TOWN SQUARE – DAY
A crowd of displaced Danes gathers. Families huddle. A violin
plays — slow and mournful.
Frederik stands beside a local statue, holding Lena’s violin.
He plays to no one. Or maybe to ghosts.
Ingrid watches from afar. Wipes her eyes.
FADE TO:
EXT. DANISH FARM – NIGHT
The sky glows red. Another barn on fire.
A lone figure — an OLD MAN — watches from the woods. Silent.
Eyes burning.
OLD MAN (V.O.)
They came for neighbors. Then for
sons. Then for songs. But the fire
will remember.
The barn collapses.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Drama","War"]
Ratings
Scene
34 -
Refuge at the Lakeside
EXT. SWEDISH LAKESIDE COTTAGE – DUSK
Karl, Ingrid, Lena and Frederik approach a modest cottage
near the water’s edge. A SWEDISH WOMAN in her 60s opens the
door.
SWEDISH WOMAN
The church sent word. You’ll be
safe here.
She ushers them inside.
INT. COTTAGE – LIVING AREA – NIGHT
A fire crackles. Frederik dozes beside it. Ingrid tucks a
blanket around Lena.
Karl steps outside for air.
EXT. COTTAGE PORCH – NIGHT
Karl lights a cigarette. Eyes scan the horizon.
KARL (V.O.)
They say the war is far away now.
But it still whispers across the
water.
INT. GERMAN PUB – NIGHT
Drunken Gestapo officers sing loudly. A younger officer,
ERNST, stumbles out into the alley to piss.
He hears crying.
Down the alley: a small group of Danish refugees — a woman
and two children — huddled in shadow.
Ernst approaches, amused.
ERNST
Well well. Look what floated in.
He pulls the woman to her feet. Her children scream.
Suddenly — a FIGURE darts out of the dark. A rock smashes
against Ernst’s temple.
He falls. The woman grabs her kids and runs.
The figure steps into light — a TEENAGE BOY. He stares at the
blood on his hands.
INT. SWEDISH COTTAGE – SAME
Karl enters. Ingrid looks up.
INGRID
More came today.
KARL
Then we’ll need more boats.
She nods.
INGRID
Are you going back?
Karl looks at Lena, sleeping. Then at Frederik.
KARL
Someone has to.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Drama","War"]
Ratings
Scene
35 -
Escape in the Dark
EXT. FISHING VILLAGE – NIGHT
Rain lashes the dock. A SMALL BOAT bobs at the end of a
rotted pier.
Karl loads crates of blankets and bread onto it.
An ELDERLY DANISH FISHERMAN helps, eyes wary.
FISHERMAN
Two boats were caught last week.
They shot the men. Put the women in
the train.
KARL
That’s why we go tonight.
The fisherman nods. Hands him a slip of paper.
FISHERMAN
This family’s hiding in Vejby. The
girl has asthma. They’ll need
speed.
Karl folds the note, tucks it into his coat.
EXT. VEJBY COUNTRYSIDE – NIGHT
Shadows move between rows of trees. Dogs bark in the
distance.
Karl creeps toward a stone farmhouse. A dim lantern flickers
inside.
INT. STONE FARMHOUSE – CONTINUOUS
A MOTHER, FATHER, and their TWO CHILDREN sit in silence.
Karl knocks once. Then again.
FATHER
(to his wife)
It’s him.
She gathers the girl’s inhaler. They move quickly.
EXT. ROADSIDE CHECKPOINT – NIGHT
A pair of Nazi SOLDIERS wave down Karl’s wagon.
He nods, casual. The family hides under tarp in the back.
A flashlight sweeps through the tarp — catches nothing.
SOLDIER grunts and waves them on.
Karl doesn’t breathe until they’re out of sight.
EXT. COASTLINE – NIGHT
The boat waits. Wind howls. Waves crash.
Karl and the family scramble aboard.
A GUNSHOT cracks the air.
Karl shoves the throttle. The boat lurches forward.
Behind them, silhouettes of Nazi soldiers on the cliffs.
Bullets strike the water.
The boat vanishes into the dark.
FADE TO BLACK.
FADE TO BLACK.
Genres:
["Drama","War"]
Ratings
Scene
36 -
Fleeing Shadows
EXT. SWEDISH SHORELINE – DAWN
Karl’s boat bumps softly against the dock. A RED CROSS worker
helps the asthmatic girl off first.
RED CROSS WORKER
You’re lucky. They hit a boat an
hour before yours.
Karl looks out across the foggy water.
KARL
We need more luck.
INT. REFUGEE PROCESSING STATION – DAY
Children wait in rows. Medical staff move quickly. Ingrid
helps pass out soup.
She spots Karl across the room. Their eyes meet — tired but
grateful.
EXT. DANISH VILLAGE – DAY
Posters now show more aggressive orders:
TEXT (DANISH): ALL HARBORING JEWS WILL BE EXECUTED.
INT. GESTAPO FIELD OFFICE – DAY
Becker sits at a long table with a Nazi GENERAL.
GENERAL
Your district has the highest
escape rate in the Reich.
BECKER
Because the Danes have boats. And
hearts.
GENERAL
Then take their hearts.
He slides a paper across. Becker reads it, his expression
hardening.
BECKER
Public executions.
GENERAL
Every Friday. Until morale
improves.
Genres:
["Drama","War"]
Ratings
Scene
37 -
Defiance in the Shadows
EXT. CITY SQUARE – COPENHAGEN – DAY
CROWDS are forced to gather.
A DANISH PRIEST is dragged forward, bloodied but defiant.
Children cry in the crowd.
Becker watches as the priest is hanged. A violin plays
faintly in the distance — off-key, broken.
INT. SAFEHOUSE – NIGHT
Resistance members light candles. A large wall map shows
crossings and checkpoints.
Karl leans over the table with a YOUNG RESISTANCE COMMANDER.
COMMANDER
If we can get the next group to
Fyns Hoved, we can launch from
there.
KARL
How many?
COMMANDER
Forty-two.
Karl swallows hard.
KARL
Then we’ll need two boats. And
silence.
The commander nods.
COMMANDER
What about the violin kid?
Karl looks over — Frederik sits in the corner, tuning
strings.
KARL
He stays.
Frederik looks up. Quiet understanding in his eyes.
FADE TO:
Genres:
["Drama","War"]
Ratings
Scene
38 -
The Ghost of the Øresund
EXT. DARK BEACH – NIGHT
Torches blink three times from the trees.
Karl stands beside two small boats, checking fuel. Refugees
huddle in the shadows.
Suddenly — WHISTLING. Nazi GUARDS appear at the treeline.
Shouts. Chaos.
Karl yells —
KARL
Get them on! Go!
He fires a flare into the sky.
As bullets fly, one boat speeds away. Karl covers the second
with a pistol.
A bullet grazes his leg — he falls, clutching the sand.
A young refugee boy grabs him.
BOY
Come on!
They lunge onto the final boat just as it pushes off.
Behind them, flames rise along the tree line.
FADE OUT.
INT. SWEDISH HOSPITAL – DAY
Karl lies in a bed. Bandaged. Lena sits beside him, holding a
newspaper.
LENA
You’re in the paper. "Ghost of the
Øresund."
Karl smiles faintly.
KARL
Let’s hope they keep chasing
ghosts.
She kisses his forehead. Outside the window, snow begins to
fall.
INT. GESTAPO BRIEFING ROOM – COPENHAGEN – DAY
A thick blackboard filled with red X’s. Becker paces in front
of a map.
BECKER
Every harbor, dock, and inlet. If
it floats, we sink it.
Gestapo officers take notes. A large photograph of Karl is
pinned to the board.
BECKER (CONT’D)
He’s not a ghost. He’s a man. And
men bleed.
Genres:
["Drama","War"]
Ratings
Scene
39 -
Hope Amidst Despair
INT. SWEDISH REFUGEE COTTAGE – NIGHT
Lena paces the living room, reading a Danish newspaper.
Ingrid stirs soup over a modest fire.
LENA
They hung a doctor. Right in front
of his patients.
INGRID
They’re trying to crush hope.
LENA
Then we can't give them that.
A knock at the door. Karl limps to open it.
It’s the YOUNG RESISTANCE COMMANDER.
COMMANDER
We have another list. They’re in
hiding. But they won’t last long.
Karl takes the paper. Reads. Looks to Ingrid.
KARL
One more trip.
INGRID
And then?
KARL
Then we teach others to steer.
FADE TO:
EXT. DENMARK COASTLINE – DAWN
A fresh group of terrified souls gather in the dunes. Lena
tunes her violin. Frederik helps children stay quiet.
Torches flash once.
Karl motions — they run to boats hidden under netting.
In the distance: the WHINE of German patrol boats.
KARL (V.O.)
There’s no end to this tide.
Only how many we can carry across.
CUT TO BLACK.
EXT. COPENHAGEN STREET – DAY
A line of captured Danes kneels in the road. GERMAN SOLDIERS
pace.
A MOTHER holds her SON close. A PRIEST murmurs a final
prayer.
A GESTAPO OFFICER lifts a pistol — cold, mechanical.
BANG. BANG. BANG. Three fall.
LENA (O.S.)
The price of silence was always
blood.
Genres:
["Drama","War"]
Ratings
Scene
40 -
A Glimmer of Hope
INT. SWEDISH SCHOOLROOM – DAY
Children sit quietly. Lena teaches them Danish.
She writes HOPE on the board.
LENA
Hope is stronger than fear.
One little girl raises her hand.
GIRL
Will we go back?
Lena kneels beside her.
LENA
Someday.
EXT. COTTAGE HILLSIDE – NIGHT
Karl, older now, sits with Frederik beside a fire.
FREDERIK
Do you miss it?
KARL
Every day.
Frederik plays a soft tune. Lena joins them.
LENA
They’ll tell stories about the
crossings.
KARL
Let them. But not about us.
FADE OUT.
EXT. COPENHAGEN ALLEYWAY – NIGHT
Rain drizzles. A dim lantern flickers over a loading door.
A battered truck idles. Karl lifts crates inside — blankets,
medicine. Lena checks a list.
LENA
They’re just children this time.
KARL
Children are harder to hide.
A distant whistle — three short blasts.
Karl tenses. Lena extinguishes the lantern.
KARL (CONT’D)
Time to go.
EXT. COUNTRY ROAD – NIGHT
The truck rumbles along. Frederik peers out the back,
clutching a teddy bear someone left behind.
FREDERIK
Do we always go this way?
KARL
Never twice.
Suddenly — headlights behind. A motorbike.
INGRID (O.S.)
Company.
Karl doesn’t speed up. The motorbike draws closer.
Frederik tightens his grip. The bike pulls alongside — a NAZI
PATROLMAN.
He stares in, matching speed — eyes locking with Frederik.
Then... he nods. Speeds off.
KARL
That wasn’t luck. That was mercy.
Genres:
["Drama","Historical"]
Ratings
Scene
41 -
Desperate Escape
EXT. COASTLINE DROP ZONE – NIGHT
Refugees huddle in wind-whipped coats. Waves crash.
Karl, Ingrid, Lena and Frederik unload supplies. Two small
boats, camouflaged.
LENA
This many won’t fit.
KARL
We make two trips.
INGRID
No. We send the children first.
Frederik hands a coat to a sobbing girl.
FREDERIK
I’ll see you there.
INT. GESTAPO OFFICE – NIGHT
Becker stands before a massive map — escape routes
crisscrossed in red.
A RADIO OPERATOR steps in.
OPERATOR
Message from Helsingør: patrol boat
disabled.
Becker slams his fist.
BECKER
They’re ghosts in water. Damn
fishers and farmers playing heroes.
OFFICER
The priest talked.
Becker looks up sharply.
BECKER
When?
OFFICER
Before he hanged. Names. Locations.
Becker's eyes narrow.
BECKER
Then tomorrow, we kill heroes.
Genres:
["Drama","War","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
42 -
Descent into Darkness
EXT. VILLAGE CHURCH – DAY
The doors are torn open. Soldiers drag out ELDERLY MEN, a
PREGNANT WOMAN, and a YOUNG TEACHER.
Villagers scream — forced to watch. Becker addresses the
crowd.
BECKER
This town fed traitors. You will
starve on their behalf.
He signals. Soldiers torch the food stores.
BECKER (CONT’D)
Every potato, every crumb — gone.
A CHILD faints. No one moves to catch her.
BECKER (CONT’D)
You want mercy? Then give us
ghosts.
FADE TO BLACK.
EXT. WOODLAND PATH – NIGHT
Karl carries a young boy on his back. Ingrid helps an old
woman walk.
INGRID
There’s another checkpoint near the
mill.
KARL
Then we go through the marsh.
Lena moves ahead, scouting with a dim lamp.
LENA (O.S.)
This way!
Gunfire echoes in the distance. A FLARE lights the sky.
KARL
They’re close. Run!
They disappear into the fog.
FADE OUT.
EXT. MARSHLAND EDGE – NIGHT
Mud sucks at their boots. Karl helps Lena pull an elderly
refugee from a ditch.
KARL
We're losing light.
LENA
And time.
Behind them, the SOUND of distant DOGS — barking, closing in.
INGRID (O.S.)
I see lights — to the east!
Karl scans the horizon. Flashlights. Too many.
KARL
That’s no rescue.
He grabs a broken tree limb, shoves it across a path — booby-
trapping it.
KARL (CONT’D)
We scatter. Meet at the second
inlet.
FREDERIK
What if someone doesn’t—
KARL
Then we wait. No one gets left.
They vanish into the tall reeds.
Genres:
["Drama","War"]
Ratings
Scene
43 -
Harvest of Shadows
EXT. NAZI CHECKPOINT – NIGHT
A flatbed truck passes. A GESTAPO GUARD flags it down.
In the back — crates of turnips... and children beneath a
tarp.
The DRIVER, weathered and calm, lights a cigarette.
DRIVER
Harvest run. From Sørengen.
The guard eyes him. Strolls toward the back.
Tension builds. A child coughs — barely audible.
The guard lifts the tarp—
—Just vegetables.
He grunts. Waves them on.
The truck rolls away. The child who coughed — buried beneath
the crops — exhales.
CHILD (WHISPERS)
I’m hungry.
DRIVER (O.S.)
You’ll eat when we reach Sweden.
FADE OUT.
EXT. GESTAPO FIELD HQ – TEMPORARY BARRACKS – NIGHT
Under canvas tents and floodlights, Becker studies a captured
map. Rain hisses on the canvas roof.
A CAPTURED RESISTANCE COURIER, bloodied and bruised, kneels
in front of him. A nearby table holds items — forged papers,
ration books, an encrypted ledger.
BECKER
You’re not from around here.
Stockholm? Malmö?
No reply. Becker nods to an SS SOLDIER who steps forward and
calmly breaks the man’s finger.
BECKER (CONT’D)
You are all so predictable. So
noble. So weak.
The man gasps but stays silent. Becker kneels beside him.
BECKER (CONT’D)
This is no longer Denmark. This is
Reich territory. And I do not lose
what belongs to the Reich.
Becker straightens, wiping his gloves clean.
BECKER (CONT’D)
Dump him with the others.
The man is dragged out — leaving a smear of blood.
EXT. SECLUDED INLET – NIGHT
Moonlight dances across the water. Two small fishing boats
return from the first run. One is half full — the other
nearly swamped.
Karl leaps out, helping Lena and Ingrid anchor. A couple
children sob. One is missing a shoe.
FREDERIK
We made it.
Karl counts silently — eyes scanning the group.
KARL
Where’s Elise?
Lena scans the boats. No response. Then, from the shadows—
YOUNG GIRL (O.S.)
Here!
A girl — soaked, shivering — emerges from the brush, holding
a stuffed rabbit.
LENA
You scared us.
YOUNG GIRL
I hid like you said.
Genres:
["Drama","War"]
Ratings
Scene
44 -
Lullaby of Hope
INT. SAFEHOUSE CELLAR – NIGHT
Lit only by a single oil lamp. Lena tunes her violin softly —
fingers trembling. The refugees sleep in clumps, bundled in
coats and rags.
Karl stares at a crack in the wall. Ingrid approaches,
handing him a flask.
INGRID
Tomorrow’s storm won’t be weather.
It'll be boots.
KARL
We only need two more days. Just
two.
INGRID
They won’t give us two.
Lena starts playing — quiet, mournful. A lullaby. One child
turns over and sleeps.
INT. SAFEHOUSE ATTIC – NIGHT
Rain drums on the tin roof. A single candle flickers.
Refugees rest, whisper, doze. Frederik lies next to Lena,
wide awake.
FREDERIK
Why don’t we fight them?
LENA
We are. Just not with guns.
FREDERIK
But we have some, right?
LENA
(small smile)
A violin. A boat. A voice. That’s
what we fight with.
A beat.
FREDERIK
What if they catch us?
Lena pulls the blanket over them both.
LENA
Then they'll have to silence every
song, every whisper, every
heartbeat.
She kisses his forehead.
Genres:
["Drama","War"]
Ratings
Scene
45 -
Desperate Measures
EXT. DOCKSIDE SHANTY – EARLY MORNING
A weather-beaten fisherman, JONAS (60s), smokes a pipe near a
dinghy. Karl approaches from the fog, soaked.
KARL
Ten more. Tonight.
JONAS
Too many. I’ll swamp.
KARL
We take turns bailing.
Jonas sighs. Nods once.
JONAS
They better not cry.
KARL
They’re too tired to.
INT. GESTAPO BRIEFING ROOM – DAY
Officers gather around Becker. Maps, photos, resistance
leaflets. Red string marks a net tightening around the coast.
BECKER
We squeeze Helsingør. They’ll flee
to Gilleleje — where they drown.
He slams a folder onto the table — photos of captured
children.
BECKER (CONT’D)
Mercy is infection. No more
arrests. Just bullets.
SS OFFICER
And if they’re unarmed?
Becker turns slowly.
BECKER
So were the rats in Warsaw. Did we
ask them?
Silence.
Genres:
["Drama","War"]
Ratings
Scene
46 -
Whispers in the Rain
EXT. SECLUDED WOOD – NIGHT
Karl, Lena, and Ingrid lead the next group toward a new cove.
Rain pelts down. A baby begins to cry.
They stop. Panic.
Lena kneels beside the mother.
LENA
You must hush him. Just for five
minutes.
The mother tries. The crying grows louder.
KARL
We have to split up.
Suddenly — a SNAP of twigs.
Figures in the trees. Gun barrels gleaming.
INGRID
Get down!
A SHOT rings out.
INT. SAFEHOUSE ATTIC – NIGHT
Rain drums on the tin roof. A single candle flickers.
Refugees rest, whisper, doze. Frederik lies next to Lena,
wide awake.
FREDERIK
Why don’t we fight them?
LENA
We are. Just not with guns.
FREDERIK
But we have some, right?
LENA
(small smile)
A violin. A boat. A voice. That’s
what we fight with.
A beat.
FREDERIK
What if they catch us?
Lena pulls the blanket over them both.
LENA
Then they'll have to silence every
song, every whisper, every
heartbeat.
She kisses his forehead.
Genres:
["Drama","War"]
Ratings
Scene
47 -
Desperation and Ruthlessness
EXT. DOCKSIDE SHANTY – EARLY MORNING
A weather-beaten fisherman, JONAS (60s), smokes a pipe near a
dinghy. Karl approaches from the fog, soaked.
KARL
Ten more. Tonight.
JONAS
Too many. I’ll swamp.
KARL
We take turns bailing.
Jonas sighs. Nods once.
JONAS
They better not cry.
KARL
They’re too tired to.
INT. GESTAPO BRIEFING ROOM – DAY
Officers gather around Becker. Maps, photos, resistance
leaflets. Red string marks a net tightening around the coast.
BECKER
We squeeze Helsingør. They’ll flee
to Gilleleje — where they drown.
He slams a folder onto the table — photos of captured
children.
BECKER (CONT’D)
Mercy is infection. No more
arrests. Just bullets.
SS OFFICER
And if they’re unarmed?
Becker turns slowly.
BECKER
So were the rats in Warsaw. Did we
ask them?
Silence.
Genres:
["Drama","War"]
Ratings
Scene
48 -
Desperate Escape
EXT. SECLUDED WOOD – NIGHT
Karl, Lena, and Ingrid lead the next group toward a new cove.
Rain pelts down. A baby begins to cry.
They stop. Panic.
Lena kneels beside the mother.
LENA
You must hush him. Just for five
minutes.
The mother tries. The crying grows louder.
KARL
We have to split up.
Suddenly — a SNAP of twigs.
Figures in the trees. Gun barrels gleaming.
INGRID
Get down!
A SHOT rings out.
EXT. SECLUDED WOOD – CONTINUOUS
Gunfire rips through the trees. Screams. People scatter.
Karl yanks Lena down, shielding her with his body.
KARL
Stay with me!
Ingrid pulls the crying baby from its mother — tucks it into
a hollow beneath tree roots.
INGRID
Shhh. Don’t make a sound.
MOTHER (O.S.)
No — please!
The mother bolts from cover — too late.
RAT-A-TAT! Machine gun fire cuts her down.
Frederik crouches behind a log, shaking, his eyes locked on
the fallen mother.
He starts to cry — then clamps his hand over his mouth.
EXT. EDGE OF COVE – MOMENTS LATER
The survivors burst through the brush, gasping.
Jonas is there, already prepping the dinghy.
JONAS
Go now or don’t go at all!
Karl helps people climb in. Ingrid arrives, blood on her
hands.
INGRID
We lost two. Maybe three.
LENA (O.S.)
Frederik?!
They all freeze. He’s not with them.
KARL
I’ll find him.
JONAS
No time! The tide’s shifting!
Karl locks eyes with Ingrid — torn. Then leaps back into the
trees.
EXT. SECLUDED WOOD – NIGHT
Flashlights sweep across the forest floor.
Frederik hides under brush, barely breathing. A boot steps
inches from his face... then moves on.
Karl moves silently through the trees.
A snapping twig. He freezes.
KARL (WHISPERS)
Ace…
A hand tugs his coat — Frederik. Eyes wide, terrified.
Karl lifts him into his arms and bolts.
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Desperate Escape
EXT. COVE – NIGHT
The boat is halfway out. Jonas sees Karl emerging with
Frederik.
JONAS
Paddle in! Now!
The boat swings around. Gunfire cracks behind Karl. He ducks
low, sprinting through sand.
Lena reaches from the bow — grabs Frederik.
Karl leaps in as bullets strike the water.
Jonas pushes off. The little dinghy disappears into the mist.
FADE OUT.
EXT. GILLELEJE COAST – NIGHT
Moonlight shimmers off cold waves. The dinghy reaches shore.
Wet, exhausted refugees stumble onto Danish sand.
JONAS
There’ll be guards inland. Stay low
till the barn.
Karl lifts Frederik out. Ingrid wraps him in a blanket.
LENA
We need to change routes again.
They're learning.
KARL
They’re adapting faster than we
are.
EXT. GESTAPO COMPOUND – NIGHT
Inside a locked barn repurposed for detainment, a half-dozen
CAPTURED REFUGEES — elderly, bruised — sit under flickering
bulbs.
Becker enters, flanked by two SS guards.
He scans their faces. Stops at an OLD MAN in prayer.
BECKER
Still praying? After all this?
The old man doesn’t answer.
Becker pulls a pistol, SHOOTS him in the head.
BECKER (CONT’D)
God doesn’t hear cowards.
He gestures to the others.
BECKER (CONT’D)
Load them. And find their shepherd.
INT. BARN LOFT – NIGHT
Karl stares at a makeshift map. Strings. Pins. Photos of
those already ferried out.
Ingrid sits nearby, hand trembling as she stitches a wound.
INGRID
Becker’s burning villages now.
KARL
He’s close.
LENA (O.S.)
Then we disappear.
She enters holding a new manifest.
LENA (CONT’D)
One last group. Thirty-seven. All
that’s left.
KARL
One trip?
LENA
One chance.
A long beat.
INGRID
And then?
KARL
Then we stop being ghosts... and
become legends.
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["Drama","War"]
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Echoes of the Past
EXT. COUNTRY INN – NIGHT
Becker speaks with a Danish informer — a nervous shopkeeper.
INFORMER
He pays the fishermen with silver.
Has the girl with the violin.
BECKER
Violin?
The man nods.
Becker’s mouth curls into a grim smile.
BECKER (CONT’D)
I know her father. He made fine
music. Before I buried him.
FADE OUT.
EXT. COASTAL RIDGE – NIGHT
The boat has vanished into the mist.
Karl, winded, lies back in the wet sand. Gunfire fades.
He sits up — breath steaming — staring toward the open sea.
Behind him, a distant rumble… ENGINES.
INT. GESTAPO TRANSPORT – MOVING – NIGHT
Becker rides in the back with two SS GUARDS. One checks a
list.
BECKER
No names. No trials. Just bodies.
SS GUARD
What if they’re Danish?
Becker lights a cigarette.
BECKER
Then their king can count coffins.
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Shadows of Loss
EXT. COTTAGE RUINS – NIGHT
Ingrid and Lena hide with the remaining refugees in the
blackened shell of a burned-out cottage.
The walls are still warm from flame.
A baby stirs. A grandfather coughs. Tension unbearable.
Frederik leans against Lena.
FREDERIK
How many more nights?
LENA
As many as it takes.
EXT. FIELD NEAR THE SOUND – DAWN
Karl and Jonas bury a body wrapped in tarp — one of the
refugees who didn’t survive the crossing.
Jonas pats the dirt silently.
JONAS
Even if we lose some... we save
more.
Karl doesn’t speak — just stares at the grave.
EXT. SHORELINE PATH – NIGHT
Wind lashes the dunes. Lena and Ingrid trudge ahead, soaked,
leading a line of refugees.
INGRID
We're ghosts already.
LENA
Better ghosts than ashes.
KARL (O.S.)
Wait!
Karl catches up, Frederik in tow.
FREDERIK
I didn’t mean to fall behind.
KARL
It’s not your fault. It’s mine.
They walk in silence. Waves crash louder now.
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The Cost of Escape
INT. GESTAPO FIELD TENT – NIGHT
A soldier peels off wet gloves. Becker hunches over a crude
radio.
RADIO STATIC
...escaped...six missing...officer
down...
Becker crushes a cigarette in his palm.
BECKER
They still think they can win.
GESTAPO OFFICER
What’s the next move?
Becker looks up — eyes gleaming.
BECKER
We torch the town.
NT. BARN – DAY
A group of captured refugees — men, women, children — huddle
in silence. The barn doors open.
BECKER enters, flanked by SS soldiers.
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BECKER
For every ghost we fail to catch,
we take three from the living.
He nods.
Three men are yanked up. One struggles. A child screams.
Becker draws his pistol — walks up to the first man.
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BECKER (CONT’D)
Your crime? Hoping.
BLAM. Shoots him point-blank.
The second man vomits. The third begins to sing softly — a
Jewish hymn.
Becker hesitates. His jaw tightens.
He fires anyway.
The music stops.
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["War","Drama","Thriller"]
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Fleeing Shadows
EXT. SHORELINE BLUFF – NIGHT
The small dinghy bobs just offshore, cloaked in fog. The sea
is calm — too calm.
A Nazi SEARCHLIGHT cuts through the mist. The boat halts.
Everyone freezes.
LENA
Stay low.
The light sways away.
Karl peers at the approaching shoreline of Sweden — a faint
silhouette.
KARL
Almost there.
Behind them — a distant BOOM. Flames rise on the Danish side.
A village burns.
Frederik clutches Karl’s coat.
FREDERIK
That’s where she lived.
Karl doesn’t respond. Just stares.
EXT. GILLELEJE HARBOR – NIGHT
Becker storms along the dock, barking orders. Burned-out
boats and scattered bodies.
BECKER
Block every road north. Every cove.
I want them in chains — or ash.
A JUNIOR OFFICER runs up.
OFFICER
The priest’s daughter escaped.
Witnesses say... with the boy.
Becker grits his teeth.
BECKER
They think they can rewrite God’s
will with oars and fairy tales.
He snatches the officer’s pistol — fires into the sea.
BECKER (CONT’D)
Not on my coast.
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["War","Drama","Historical"]
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Drifting into Darkness
EXT. OPEN SEA – NIGHT
Fog thickens again. The shoreline has vanished. The boat
drifts in still water.
Below deck, the air is damp. Claustrophobic.
INT. KARL’S BOAT – BELOW DECK
Ingrid strokes Lena’s sweat-damp hair. Frederik holds a
lantern, trying not to cry.
FREDERIK
Will they find us?
KARL (O.S.)
They’re already looking.
Karl drops into the hatch, eyes grim.
KARL (CONT’D)
We can’t reach the coast directly.
There’s a blockade. Patrol boats,
checkpoints.
INGRID
Then what?
KARL
We wait. Drift further north.
There’s a rocky inlet they won’t
risk.
LENA
We’ll make it, won’t we?
Karl hesitates. Then nods.
KARL
We have to.
EXT. OPEN SEA – HOURS LATER
The boat hugs the coast, engines off. Oars now. Quiet.
Stealth.
Suddenly—
FLASHLIGHTS in the distance. A small fishing vessel is being
boarded by NAZIS.
KARL
(low)
God help them.
They watch, frozen, as a woman screams. Gunfire erupts. A
flare lights the sky blood red.
INGRID
We keep going.
Karl rows harder. Faster.
INT. GESTAPO COASTAL COMMAND CENTER – NIGHT
Becker paces in front of a sea chart. A radio operator
adjusts knobs.
RADIO OPERATOR
Another crossing detected. Debris
found—clothes, a violin case.
Becker’s jaw tightens.
BECKER
Send a diver team. No survivors.
He turns to his aide.
BECKER (CONT’D)
We’re being mocked. Ghosts dancing
past our guns.
AIDE
Should we issue new orders?
BECKER
No.
(beat)
We issue punishment.
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["Drama","War"]
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Arrival at Dawn
EXT. SWEDISH INLET – EARLY DAWN
Karl’s boat finally bumps against rocky sand. The cliffs
above are steep, the trees dense.
KARL
This isn’t the usual landing, but
it’s safe.
He climbs out, helps Ingrid and Lena.
Suddenly—SHOUTS from the treeline. Not German. Swedish.
A SEARCHLIGHT hits them.
SWEDISH GUARD (O.S.)
(armed, shouting)
Hands! Show your hands!
KARL
We’re refugees! Danish! With
children!
SWEDISH GUARD
Approach slowly!
They move forward — terrified, hands raised.
The guards lower their rifles. A woman in a Red Cross vest
appears.
RED CROSS WOMAN
You’re safe now. You’re in Sweden.
Lena collapses to her knees.
FREDERIK
She can’t walk!
SWEDISH GUARD
We’ll carry her. Come.
They lift Lena and help Ingrid as Karl sags with exhaustion.
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Aftermath of War
INT. SWEDISH FIELD CLINIC – LATER
Lena lies on a cot, IV in her arm. Ingrid sleeps beside her,
head on the edge of the bed.
Frederik stands by the window.
A DOCTOR enters.
DOCTOR
She’ll live. But she needs rest.
You all do.
Frederik looks out the window, distant.
FREDERIK
We can’t rest.
DOCTOR
You’re safe here, son.
Frederik shakes his head.
FREDERIK
No. We left them behind.
He walks out.
INT. COPENHAGEN – GESTAPO FIELD HQ – NIGHT
Becker stands alone in his office. The war map is in shreds.
Red pins pulled.
A bottle of cognac sits untouched. He stares at a grainy
photo of Karl, Ingrid, and Lena — captured from a confiscated
document.
OFFICER (O.S.)
Berlin radio says it’s over. Troops
are retreating.
Becker doesn’t look up.
BECKER
Too late. The ghosts already won.
He opens a drawer. A pistol waits.
FADE TO:
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["War","Drama","Historical"]
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Echoes of Resilience
EXT. CITY SQUARE – MORNING
A small Danish crowd gathers. Word spreads fast.
A poster reads:
**“BECKER DEAD – APPARENT SUICIDE. WAR ENDS.”**
Someone tears it down.
Below it: children chalk stars into the pavement.
INT. SWEDISH SCHOOLROOM – YEARS LATER
Frederik, now 17, plays violin at the front of a classroom.
Lena — mid-20s, strong, composed — writes on a blackboard
behind him.
HOPE
FORGIVENESS
REMEMBRANCE
LENA
Class, who remembers what today is?
GIRL
The day the boats came.
LENA
That’s right. The day a hundred
ghosts crossed the water.
She looks out the window — a breeze stirs the trees.
EXT. SWEDISH CEMETERY – DAY
Ingrid places a single flower on a modest stone:
**“For the ones who rowed, and the ones who waited.”**
Karl stands beside her, older now. His limp still visible.
KARL
They want to give me a medal.
INGRID
Will you take it?
KARL
Not until they give one to every
fisherman who didn’t come back.
They walk on.
INT. DANISH CHURCH – POST-WAR TRIBUNAL – DAY
A modest crowd. A panel of judges.
A surviving Nazi CAPTAIN stands on trial.
FACES in the crowd: some of the rescued. A Danish priest
reads names aloud.
PRIEST
...Lena Abramson. Ingrid Thomsen.
Frederik Thomsen...
Lena stands. The courtroom quiets.
LENA
(soft, steady)
You tried to kill our bodies.
But we built bridges out of grief.
She holds up her violin.
LENA (CONT’D)
And we played.
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Footprints in the Sand
EXT. SWEDISH COASTLINE – SUNSET
Karl, Lena, Frederik and Ingrid walk the beach.
Children run with kites behind them. Laughter in the air.
LENA
Think they’ll ever know?
KARL
Only if we tell them.
Frederik looks to the horizon.
FREDERIK
Tell them the truth?
LENA
Yes.
She lifts her violin.
LENA (V.O.)
That monsters walk in daylight.
But courage... rows in silence.
She begins to play — slow, haunting. A song for ghosts.
FADE OUT.
FADE IN:
EXT. COPENHAGEN – MODERN DAY
A bronze statue. A fisherman. A girl with a violin. A small
boy offering a compass.
A plaque below:
**“To Those Who Rowed Against the Darkness”**
Visitors stand silent. Some cry. Children leave folded paper
boats on the stone.
FINAL IMAGE:
The sea, calm now. Stars above. And somewhere, far off...
A violin plays.
FADE TO BLACK.
EXT. SWEDISH SHORELINE – NIGHT
The boat beaches gently. Karl helps Lena and Frederik out.
Ingrid limps behind them.
No welcoming party. Just moonlight, sand, and stillness.
INGRID
We’re... here?
Karl nods. He lifts Frederik onto his shoulders.
KARL
One more trip. Then another. Until
they’re all across.
LENA
And us?
KARL
We go back.
They walk into the dark, leaving wet footprints on a free
shore.
FADE OUT.
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["Drama","Historical"]
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Echoes of Resilience
EXT. COPENHAGEN SQUARE – MORNING
Post-war.
Children play where soldiers once marched. A violinist plays
a soft Danish hymn.
Frederik — now 17 — watches from a bench, older, solemn.
A YOUNG GIRL beside him holds a worn teddy bear.
GIRL
Did you really cross the sea in a
fishing boat?
FREDERIK
Many times.
GIRL
Why?
He looks out toward the sea.
FREDERIK
Because monsters can’t swim.
FADE OUT.
INT. COPENHAGEN WAR TRIBUNAL – DAY
A packed courtroom. Danish and Swedish officials. Survivors.
Press.
Lena stands at the witness podium, older, poised.
LENA
They told us we were vermin. That
silence was survival.
But in silence, we sang. In darkness, we rowed.
(beat)
I saw children become anchors. And I saw strangers become
stars.
The room is still. A tear slips down Frederik’s cheek.
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INT. MEDICAL HOLDING CELL – NIGHT
Ingrid confronts a Nazi doctor — pale, old, shackled.
INGRID
You called it hygiene. I called it
rape with paperwork.
DOCTOR
I only followed orders.
INGRID
Then may your grave follow you
quickly.
She turns, leaves. The doctor stares at the wall, unmoving.
EXT. DANISH COAST – YEARS LATER – NIGHT
A small boat rocks near a sea wall.
Karl, gray and limping, helps a YOUNG MOTHER and INFANT into
the hull.
FISHERMAN
You’re too old for this.
KARL
They said that last time.
He pushes off.
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Legacy of the Storm
EXT. OPEN SEA – LATER
A storm builds. The baby cries. The engine sputters.
Karl steadies the wheel, soaked and freezing.
The motor cuts out. Waves slam the hull.
KARL
No, no—come on—
He grabs the oars. Rows furiously. His chest heaves.
The light of Sweden flickers far ahead.
INT. SWEDISH REFUGEE STATION – MORNING
The mother sobs — alive, soaked. She clutches the baby.
No sign of Karl.
But the boat? Empty... save for the compass.
She kneels beside it. Kisses it. Whispers: *“Takk.”*
EXT. SWEDISH MUSEUM – YEARS LATER – NIGHT
Crowd gathers at the steps. A new exhibit banner:
“The Ghosts of the Øresund: Denmark’s Hidden Resistance.”