BURIAL

FADE IN:
EXTREME CLOSE ON:
Canine teeth gnawing on cracking bone. Snapping down. Saliva

reflecting firelight. The teeth seem enormous. Sharp. Deadly.
PULL BACK to reveal...
1 INT. HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 1
The teeth belong to a JACK RUSSELL DOG, sat in front of a

fireplace, chewing on a bone.
CLOSE ON: CHRISTMAS CARDS. Tinsel on the mantle. A small tree

with TWINKLING LIGHTS. A TV showing the NEWS...
NEWS ANNOUNCER (O.S.)

The 9 O’clock news from the LTN...
FEMALE NEWSREADER (O.S.)

Gorbachev, the last president of
the Soviet Union resigns...
ANNA MARSHALL (66) perches on the edges of a soft chair.

Staring. Listening intently. The words are bittersweet.
FEMALE NEWSREADER (CONT'D)

The red flag of communism is
lowered over the Kremlin...
The Jack Russell loses interest in his bone and wanders into
the kitchen. BARKS from the BACK DOOR.
ANNA
All right. Okay.
2 INT. KITCHEN - BACK OF HOUSE - CONTINUOUS 2
THE DOG scratches at the back door as ANNA comes in, wrapping
a wool shawl around her shoulders.
She opens the sliding doors to a SMALL GARDEN out the back.
The dog jumps out. Anna ducks back into the doorway to the
LIVING ROOM, trying to get a view of the TV.
Anna moves gracefully. She shows little sign of her age other
than thick grey hair and deep brown eyes, filled with mixed
emotions to the TV news.
Pink Rev. (mm/dd/yy) 2.
3 EXT. BACK GARDEN - CONTINUOUS 3
Down at the bottom of the garden, the DOG BARKS at something

hiding in the bushes.
4 INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS 4
ANNA has her back to the garden. Her dark reflection on the
screen doors creates a silhouette. Within it we see...
SOMETHING MOVE OUT OF THE DARK GARDEN - the figure of a
MAN WITH THE FACE OF A WOLF.
IT RECEDES BACK INTO THE DARKNESS AS...
Anna returns to the BACK DOOR - CALLS TO THE DOG
ANNA
Gulliver?
‘Guliver’ the dog comes running in, frightened.
Anna closes the door but forgets to lock it.
She comes back over to the doorway to the LIVING ROOM and
scoops up the shaking dog.
Anna is oblivious as this man slips silently into the house.

Black clothes under a taxidermied WOLF MASK.
ANNA (CONT'D)
What's wrong with you, hey?
SHE PAUSES FOR A MOMENT.
POV of INTRUDER: watching from behind the CURTAINS, as Anna

pauses... then moves into the LIVING ROOM - OFF SCREEN.
5 INT. FIRST FLOOR LANDING - CONTINUOUS 5
ANNA doesn't linger as she continues UPSTAIRS.
POV of INTRUDER: he moves through the LIVING ROOM, into the

HALLWAY and SUDDENLY CATCHES SIGHT OF HIMSELF IN THE MIRROR.
He JUMPS at the sight of his own WOLF MASK.
He makes his way, cautiously, up the STAIRS.

6 INT. UPSTAIRS LANDING - CONTINUOUS 6
THE INTRUDER sees a light emanating from a small BEDROOM. He

slowly reaches out to push the door open...
ANNA (O.S.)
Psst.
The Intruder spins around - ANNA IS STOOD BEHIND HIM. He's

been caught out in a clever trap. Anna doesn't hesitate. SHE
SHOVES THE TASER INTO HIS NECK. The tiny, fork of lightning
dancing between its prongs. ZAP!
THE INTRUDER CONVULSES - FLIES INTO THE WALL and drops like a
sack of potatoes.
Anna kicks the unconscious man with her foot, impressed with
the little black zapper in her hand. Well, that was easy.
7 INT. BEDROOM - SHORTLY LATER 7
The bedroom is filled with cupboards, drawers, boxes and

clutter. There's a make-up dresser somewhere under the bits
and pieces and an old bed in the middle.
ANNA sits on the bed, looking at the WOLF MASK she's removed
from the UNCONSCIOUS INTRUDER, now HANDCUFFED to the radiator
on the floor. His fair-hair is buzz-cut and Anna notices a
badly drawn TATTOO of numbers on his arm: ‘11-23-88’
It looks just like a holocaust concentration camp number.
Anna finds this deeply disturbing, given his age.

She tentatively roots through his pockets and finds...
A BUTTERFLY KNIFE.
This gives her pause too. There's also a SILVER CHAIN

dangling across his chest. She stares at this. At what's at
the end of it -- unseen by us.
THE INTRUDER STIRS. Anna quickly backs away and sits on the
bed. He slowly comes around. Disoriented. Drooling.
ANNA
You better hope Gulliver is fine.
'GULLIVER' is in a dog basket. Alive but unconscious.
The Intruder focuses and realises his predicament - his

chained hands. He wrenches on them.
INTRUDER
Let me go.
4.
ANNA
No. No, I'm not going to do that.
INTRUDER
Let me go you FUCKING BITCH!
ANNA GRABS THE TASER and ZAPS HIM. He shudders in pain.
ANNA
Who are you? Why did you break into
my house? Huh? To steal from me? Or
are you just here to act out
violence against another Jew?
(Intruder surprised)
Oh, I know what you are. That much
is obvious. Is that it? You broke
in to attack me? Rape me--?
INTRUDER
That's fucking sick.
ANNA
No, tattooing Nazi bile as a death
camp number-- that's sick.
(points to his arm)
Eleven-twenty-three. November,
nineteen twenty-three. The date of
the beer hall uprising. And eighty-
eight-- Heil Hitler. You're as
obvious as you are pathetic.
He shirks his chains and stretches his neck, revealing

ANOTHER TATTOO on his neck, behind his ear: a small letter
that looks like a lower-case 'f'
INTRUDER
Yeah, well, how about this, huh?
You know what that is?
ANNA
(hesitant; lying)
No.
INTRUDER
Yeah? Well, I bet you do. That's
the symbol for the Werwolf.
He watches her closely. She gives nothing away.

A STRICT Poker face. He's almost impressed.
INTRUDER (CONT'D)
I know you know what that is...
Brana.
5.
He drops it like it's a bomb. And Anna receives it as such.
Silence as the dust settles.
ANNA
Who are you?
INTRUDER
I think the real question is, who
are you? Anna Marshall? Retired
teacher? Or Brana Vasilyeva
Brodskaya, Ex-Soviet translator?
ANNA
Well... as amusing as this all is,
I think it may well be time to call
the cavalry.
She gets up and goes to the Bakelite phone on the dresser.
INTRUDER
You're not going to do that...
Anna scowls. Watch me. She dials THREE LONG DIGITS: 9-9-9.
They take forever to reel back on the carousel...
INTRUDER (CONT'D)
I know your secret, Brana.
ANNA
What secret? That I was a Soviet?
The cold war is over. Didn't you
see the news?
EMERGENCY OPERATOR (VOICE)

(faint down the phone)
Hello, emergency service operator,
which service do you require?
INTRUDER
I know what you found in Berlin.
Anna pauses for the longest time. Then HANGS UP.
INTRUDER (CONT'D)
I knew it. I fucking knew it. The
old man in Breslau was telling the
truth.
This suddenly catches Anna's attention even more.
ANNA
(barely audible whisper)
Wrocław?
6.
INTRUDER
No one believed his crazy story.
But I did. I did and I found you.
ANNA
What man? What story?
(realisation)
Someone told you about me.
The Intruder smiles. I got you.
Anna seems crushed. She sinks into a stoop.
INTRUDER
A story of the war-- the very end
of it. And a group of Soviet
soldiers and an NKVD officer. A
female intelligence officer with
them... when they found something
in the bunker at the Chancellery.
Something so important they were
ordered to deliver it back to
Moscow personally... secretly.
Anna turns pale. She lowers her head, thinking deeply. Then
stands. Goes over to the dresser. With shaking hands, she
rearranges items on her dresser - PERFUME BOTTLES, PHOTO
FRAMES, A JEWELLERY BOX. She opens the jewellery box and
takes out an unseen item...
INTRUDER (CONT'D)
But they were pursued, hunted, by
Der Werwolf-- German resistance.
Guerrilla fighters caught in the
hinterland, taking out the allies
behind enemy lines...
She sits down. Her shaking hand clutching a small item.
INTRUDER (CONT'D)
The old man swore he didn't know
what they were carrying but it was
enough to get them killed. 'Said
the Werwolf wiped them all out...
all except one, that is.
Long pause. Anna's head low. Chin to her chest. Angry.
ANNA
What do you want?
INTRUDER
History is written by the victors.
You ever hear that?
(MORE)
7.
INTRUDER (CONT'D)
I want to know the real history.
The truth...
(Anna doesn't answer)
That you and your Russian friends
found evidence of Hitler's escape,
and you tried to cover it up. You
found evidence that he survived--
maybe even where he went-- and you
ferried it back to Stalin. Well,
you would've-- only you got caught.
And those German Werwolf ensured
his escape.
Anna starts to WHIMPER. The Intruder smiles. But then the

whimper morphs. She's not crying... she's laughing.
The Intruder loses his smile, fast, as Anna looks up,
brazenly laughing at him. He YANKS ON HIS CUFFS.
INTRUDER (CONT'D)
Stop that. FUCKING STOP IT!!
Anna does stop. Holds out her hand. Opens it to reveal...
A SMALL TIN - A PILL BOX.
INTRUDER (CONT'D)
What is that?
ANNA
The truth.
The word hangs there in the air as the Intruder looks

sceptically at this tiny insignificant tin.
ANNA (CONT'D)
In here is the truth. But I warn
you, it's not what you expect.
Anna slowly unscrews the lid. The Intruder fascinated.
ANNA (CONT'D)
You see, throughout my life, I've
seen many men offer "the truth".
Proudly pointing to some, seemingly
insignificant thing, and stating,
"This is all that you seek. This is
what's to blame. This will fix your
ills and set you free". But they
were all Charlatans, con men...
scrabbling for power. And in every
case, people would eventually
realize the trick.
(MORE)
8.
ANNA (CONT'D)
See, with clear eyes, what these
men were really pointing to. This
magical thing...
this cure-all... was nothing...
She opens the tin... it's empty. Just fine DUST inside.
ANNA (CONT'D)
...but an empty box.
SUDDENLY, ANNA BLOWS ON THE TIN.
A plume of dust flies into the Intruder's face. He GAGS AND

CHOKES on it. Anna quickly puts the lid back on, making sure
not to inhale any herself. Then shoves the tin in her pocket.
INTRUDER
What the hell is that?!
ANNA
Zniszczenie anioł.
He tries to wipe the dust off, but can't - its effects are
immediate. He becomes woozy, disoriented, blurred vision. His
head lolls back. Paralysis is setting in.
INTRUDER
You... you drugged me.
ANNA
And I'm afraid people like you
can't be simply told the truth.
To truly understand you must
experience it.
His words slur. Face numb. We hear what's in his ears -

A LOW RINGING SOUND - he's paralyzed, eyes wide in terror.
ANNA
(leaning in; menacing)
Are you sitting comfortably?
Far, far from it.
CUT TO BLACK.
ANNA (V/O) (CONT'D)

Then I will tell you my story...
9.
8 EXT. BERLIN - 1945 - DAWN 8
We PAN UP through the crumbling buildings of BERLIN. A city

in ruins. The bombing has stopped. Only faint, sporadic
echoes of GUNFIRE in the distance.
ANNA (V/O)
In those last days of that horrid
war...
9 INT. BOMBED OUT BUILDING - OUTSKIRTS OF BERLIN - MORNING 9
Fire and shell scorch-marks on the walls of a crumbling

building. Ash covers everything. A single window above
illuminates a figure, stood amongst the rubble...
ANNA (V/O)
And what we really found.
A woman in an NKVD field-combat uniform looks down at

something... something that disturbs her...
A LONG PINE AMMUNITION BOX.
But not the box itself - what's inside it. But we can't see
this. We're fixed on her. TRACKING IN ON her face, taut
with... Fear? No. Anger? Sadness? Whatever it is, she's
desperately trying to hold it back.
This is Lieutenant BRANA (Brahn-ah, 20s) Vasilyeva Brodskaya.

Physically strong, proud, wearing her long hair pinned back
into an impossibly tight plait.
A COMMOTION O.S. - TWO RED ARMY SOLDIERS enter the room.
Brana straightens herself, not to show any emotion. But they

don't even look at her. They go straight for the box.
Hammering on the lid and carrying it out of the room.
Brana waits for a moment and then follows.
10 INT. EMPTY HANGAR - OUTSKIRTS OF BERLIN - MORNING 10
BRANA stands in a VAST EMPTY AIRCRAFT HANGAR, overseeing the

TWO SOLDIERS put the AMMO CRATE onto the open flatbed of a
ZIS-5V Russian MILITARY TRUCK along with TWO other wood-
slatted ammunition boxes, the size of coffins.
ANOTHER TWO MEN ENTER through the tall, large doors of the
Hangar. One, a stout, round man - Cpt. Vadim Radovich ILYASOV
(40s), and a clean, well-kempt NKVD officer - Brana's
superior, Col. Valeri Andreevich GORBINSKIY (50s).
10.
GORBINSKIY
Comrade Lieutenant Brodskaya!
There's been a change of plan.
BRANA
Comrade Colonel.
Gorbinskiy seems weary. It's been a long war for him. But he
talks to Brana with warmth, as though a friend.
GORBINSKIY
I'm afraid air transport is no
longer an option.
ILYASOV
Looks like we're walking.
ILYASOV jumps into the truck's cab. Brana is confused.
GORBINSKIY
Captain Ilyasov and his men will
escort us to Poznan. There we will
connect with Penkovsky and board a
train to Moscow.
He can see Brana is holding back questions.
GORBINSKIY (CONT'D)
(hushed)
Speak, Brana Vasilyeva.
BRANA
(hushed)
That's over a days drive--
GORBINSKIY
Longer. We'll be on foot for most.
BRANA
(confused)
I thought that time was of the
essence?
GORBINSKIY
Although I would agree that that
this thing is a ticking bomb...
(whispered)
Liable to blow up in our faces if
we're not too careful...
(normal)
It is far more important to get it
back as quietly as possible. We
must ensure it stays secret. Not
even our Comrades in Berlin can
(MORE)
11.
GORBINSKIY (CONT'D)
know. Hence no flights. And no
communications.
Brana nods with apprehension. They walk over to the truck.
GORBINSKIY (CONT'D)
Only us threee know of this
business. Let's keep it that way.
Brana gets into the cab and Gorbinskiy allows himself to be

heard by Ilaysov.
GORBINSKIY (CONT'D)
Oh and of course, Number One knows.
Remember that, both of you. Stalin
himself has given us these orders.
Don't let him down.
ILYASOV
Yes, Comrade Colonel.
BRANA
Yes, Comrade Colonel.
Brana nods again. The weight of this hitting her.
Ilyasov starts the truck and starts reversing it out.
11 EXT. LICHTENBERG/OUTSKIRTS BERLIN - DAY 11
The TRUCK drives along a muddy track. BRANA, ILYASOV and

GORBINSKIY in the cab, TWO SOLDIERS on the back with the
CRATES, FOUR marching alongside. NINE in total.
One of the men STOPS and turns to look at the horizon...
A flattened Berlin smokes with hundreds of fires.
Mikail 'TOR' Ivanovich Oleynik stares at a flattened Berlin.

The hardened soldier seems misty at the sight.
MAKAR (O.S.)
Tor?
Sgt. Dimitry Ibramovich MAKAR approaches. If Ilyasov is the

stern father to these men, Makar is the mother.
MAKAR (CONT'D)
You with us?
Tor gives a nod. But he's not with them. He's back down
there, lying next to his comrades in the rubble of Berlin.
12.
PRE-LAP - the sound of the TRUCK'S ENGINE.
12 INT. CAB OF TRUCK 12
The SPLUTTERING, BACKFIRING exhaust of the ZIS truck will

quickly become a familiar soundtrack to this journey as it
struggles to carry the weight of the crates and the men.
BRANA seems worried about the weight. ILYASOV isn't. He

bounces behind the wheel, driving. With GORBINSKIY is outside
the cab - standing on the wheel-arch, navigating with a map,
looking ahead, Ilyasov takes a swig from his HIP FLASK.
ILYASOV
(off Brana's look)
I'm celebrating.
BRANA
Celebrating what?
ILYASOV
Making it out of Berlin alive.
Brana sighs in disgust. Ilyasov couldn't care less.
ILYASOV (CONT'D)
Na Zdorovie.
13 EXT. FOREST NEAR BORDER OF GERMANY/POLAND - DUSK 13
TOR pulls the AMMO CRATE off the back of the truck. The
bottom of it STAINED by something black seeping through the
wood. Soldier GRIGORIY Ilyich Churakov - the joker of this
pack - watches on, not helping.
GRIGORIY
We have to do this every night?
ILYASOV suddenly appears from the front, unhappy with

Grigoriy's tone of insubordination.
ILYASOV
Not "we”, Grigoriy.
Ilyasov throws a shovel at him. He just about catches it.
Tor gives Ilyasov an inquisitive look, curious too about the

crate - wondering why it’s so secretive.
Ilyasov catches the look - acknowledging it, as if to say -

Don’t ask.
ILYASOV (CONT'D)
You too Iosif!
MAKAR
Iosif! Get in there and help them
bury this thing.
IOSIF Markovich Gulyaev - the very young rookie - runs over,

trying to pull out his fold-up field shovel and dropping his
rifle. Ilyasov despairs at the rookie.
14 EXT. FOREST GROUND - DUSK 14
FROM ABOVE, we see a HOLE being dug in the forest floor.
Then the PINE CRATE being lowered into it.
TOR and IOSIF are sweating profusely but GRIGORIY has managed
yet again to do half the work.
15 EXT. FOREST CAMP - NIGHT 15
The group has made camp. Green canvas ponchos, strung between
trees, as Bivouac shelters. A campfire burning brightly,
illuminating their faces.
TOR is sat on the far outskirts of CAMP. Guarding the fresh

mound of dirt and looking in on the others - an outsider - as
they laugh and talk around the campfire...
IVAN Klimiko - brutish, broken-nosed
HRISTOV Marants - cold, quiet medical officer
GORBINSKIY, ILYASOV, MAKAR and GRIGORIY, all laugh loudly

with each other. Ilyasov constantly swigging from his hip-
flask but NEVER sharing it.
IOSIF is on the edge of this group, looking apprehensive and

nervous, not knowing how to join in.
BRANA is on her own, eating rations from a tin.
16 EXT. FOREST CAMP - LATE NIGHT 16
Everyone sleeps on the ground surrounding a CAMPFIRE.
TOR is sat, steadfast at his post. He gets up and comes over

to the dying fire. Crouches and throws a log on it.
14.
Sounds of SNORING and HEAVY MOUTH-BREATHING from the men.

But there is another sound...
A slight WHIMPER.
Tor looks down and sees BRANA, her hand trembling, short
breaths. She's having a nightmare.
She suddenly WAKES with a start. Gets her bearings and, on

seeing Tor, she joins him, warming herself at the fire.
TOR
New nightmares? Or old?
She shifts, slightly embarrassed. Dammit. He did notice.
But Tor keeps staring at the fire. Not drawing attention.

Brana is a little confused about the question.
BRANA
New.
TOR
Lucky.
BRANA
(reluctant)
Since Berlin-- can't seem to get
rid of them.
He finally looks at her. Deadpan.
TOR
Don't sleep.
She almost laughs, but can't tell if he's joking or not.
TOR offers her a rolled cigarette. Surprised she takes it.

She nods her appreciation and takes a long drag.
TOR (CONT'D)
Can I ask you something? Why bury
it every night?
She eyes it with suspicion. Is he asking Why? Or what?
BRANA
Can I ask you why do the others
call you Tor?
Tor gives a wry smile. If she won't answer his...

BRANA (CONT'D)
(giving in)
It's hidden. Someone kills us in
our sleep, they still might not
find the crate.
TOR
Like I said... don't sleep.
BRANA
And the name..?
Picking bits of tobacco off his tongue.
TOR
In Stalingrad...
(reluctant; drawn out)
I killed some Panzer SS with a
hammer.
(off Brana's look)
Tor [Thor]. The Norse god of
thunder? He had this hammer...
Sees Brana is none-the-wiser.
BRANA
They gave a Norse name?
Tor shakes his head, embarrassed.
TOR
Gave you a Slav one.
Now Brana seems a little embarrassed...
BRANA
(reserved; under breath)
Hebrew.
Tor nods, intrigued. Is that so?
He waits for her to answer to his question. But she doesn't.

Just an awkward silence.
BRANA (CONT'D)
Why did you use a hammer?
TOR
'All I could find at the time.
Both stare at the fire. Glowing EMBERS floating.

16.
17 INT. CONCRETE FUHRERBUNKER - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 17
CLOSE ON: Specks of WHITE ASH floating against BLACK.
The sound of DRIPPING WATER and distant RUSSIAN CHATTER.
PITCH BLACK surroundings
A SPOTLIGHT of a FLASHLIGHT, as it waves across...
Wet, CONCRETE WALLS.
POV of someone making their way down an unlit corridor,

stepping over CRUNCHING GLASS and debris.
The flashlight spotlight finds a BUNK-BED in a dark room.
CLOSE ON: A young girl (11) lies sleeping.
Only she's not sleeping. Her skin is pale. Lips blue.

The child is dead. Poisoned in her bed.
18 EXT. FOREST CAMP - EARLY MORNING 18
BRANA WAKES SUDDENLY to a CLATTERING SOUND.
ILYASOV has thrown SHOVELS on the ground.
ILYASOV
Come on! Time to dig up the dead.
Brana is pissed. Not just for the rude awakening, but for the
comment. She looks around but everyone else is groggy and
half-asleep too. No one has noticed.
ILYASOV (CONT'D)
Come on! GET UP!
GRIGORIY and TOR are nearby, packing up their gear. Grigoriy

doing his usual half-effort job.
GRIGORIY
(whisper to Tor)
I guess that well's run dry again.
Off Brana's look, Tor shies away and leaves. But the more
reckless Grigoriy answers in mime: swigs from a hip flask
Then: shaking an empty hip flask.
Brana suddenly understands the message.

17.
19 EXT. FOREST CAMP - MORNING 19
WIDE ON: Soldiers dig up the crate from the ground.
20 EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - WEST POLAND - DAY 20
The truck slowly chugs along a country track in the RAIN.
The crates on the back are now covered in a tarp.
21 EXT. FOREST TRACK - WEST POLAND - DAY 21
The ZIS TRUCK drives VERY SLOWLY as it approaches a BOMB

CRATER in the dirt road.
After the rain, the road is a quagmire. The truck tries to

drive around the crater but it's back wheel slips and it dips
into the muddy hole.
The TRUCK LURCHES. The men on the back almost toppling.
Now the BACK WHEEL spins in the mud. THE TRUCK IS STUCK.
The soldiers mobilize and try to push.
TOR and MAKAR are the first to jump INTO THE HOLE to push it
up and out.
As Tor HEAVES, he looks to the side of the road...
TWO DEAD BODIES on the side of the road, in the mud. Victims
of the mortar hit. One is faced down. The other is faced up -
it's skull half-charred back with burnt skin. The other half
exposed to the skull.
GORBINSKIY
(from the cab)
Keep pushing!
The back wheel spins and the truck bounces out.
ILYASOV
Stay off the back, we don't want to
get stuck in this again!
They all start marching again, more miserable than ever.
22 INT. CAB OF TRUCK - CONTINUOUS 22
GORBINSKIY is driving the truck. ILYASOV is in no fit state

to, sweating, shaking. BRANA, in the middle, reading a map.
Ilyasov takes a mild interest in the map, trying to find

anything that looks like civilization - a town, a tavern.
BRANA
We should make the outskirts of
Poznan by nightfall.
GORBINSKIY
Excellent.
ILYASOV
I don't think that's a good idea.
We'll be driving in the dark. We
should try and find somewhere to
camp nearby.
GORBINSKIY
We have plenty of time to get to
the city. Better to get to the
outskirts at least and find real
shelter, than stay out here--
SUDDENLY THE WINDSCREEN SHATTERS AND A BULLET HITS GORBINSKIY

IN THE HEAD, killing him instantly.
In RAPID SEQUENCE:
- Brana swerves and brakes...
- The SOLDIERS all jump off and make for cover...
- PING! Another bullet hits the cab...
- Ilyasov opens Brana's door and PULLS HER OUT.
23 EXT. TRUCK - FOREST ROAD - CONTINUOUS 23
MAKAR, ILYASOV and BRANA huddle behind the cab of the truck
to take cover.
MAKAR
Sniper. Single shooter.
ILYASOV
Where?
Makar pokes his head up...
PING! Another bullet hits the truck. Makar ducks.
Makar is shocked to see TOR RUNNING INTO THE FOREST.

Where the hell is he going?
19.
BRANA stares at Gorbinskiy's body. His eyes wide. Blood

splattered across his face. It means little to Brana, other
than the fact... death comes out of the blue.
Ilyasov signals to Makar to do something. Makar looks around

and signals the other men. Follow me.
Makar pops up over the hood of the truck and STARTS FIRING
INTO THE FOREST. Then ducks back down.
The sound of DUELING GUNSHOTS echoes inside the forest. But

no hits on the truck. The sniper is shooting at something
else. And something is shooting back...
SMASH CUT TO:
24 EXT. TRUCK - FOREST ROAD - LATER - DAY 24
TOR SLAMS DOWN A DEAD BODY ONTO THE HOOD OF THE TRUCK,
presenting it - an old man in civilian clothing: padded
winter jacket with a rope belt - a poor peasant man.
TOR
German.
MAKAR
You sure? Not Polish?
A raised eyebrow from Tor. You don't think I can tell? He

shows them the rifle - a GERMAN Mauser G98. The stock has a
small 'f' scratched into it. BRANA is alarmed.
BRANA
Werwolf.
Tor goes through the man's pockets. Finds a BOOK with 'COMBAT
BEDIENUNGSANLEITUNG' and the 'f' symbol on it.
TOR
We should get back on the road--
ILYASOV
No.
(a little too quickly)
We need to bury the body.
BRANA
What? No. There could be more out
there. More Werwolf--
20.
ILYASOV
Him? He's just some old man with
rifle from the Prussian war. No, we
stay. We bury our comrade.
Brana suddenly notices Gorbinskiy's body laid out.
ILYASOV (CONT'D)
Or do you think we should dishonor
our comrade Colonel by leaving him
on the side of the road?
Playing to her guilt, Ilyasov knows he's won. He stares her

out until she blinks in acquiescence.
ILYASOV (CONT'D)
(to all)
We make camp here!
Tor seems disappointed in Brana. Ilyasov catches this.
ILYASOV (CONT'D)
Tor, you're up! Burial duty.
TOR
I did it last night.
ILYASOV
Well then, you'll be getting good
at it, won't you?
Ilyasov then calls the others over to help him with the body
of Gorbinskiy, looking down in sadness and shame.
25 EXT. FOREST CAMP - SHORTLY LATER - DAY 25
Sun spills through the trees of the forest as the soldiers

dig TWO holes in the ground.
THE GROUP stands around the two mounds of dirt - heads

lowered and hats off - paying respect to Gorbinskiy.
The group huddles around a CAMPFIRE.
BRANA notices ILYASOV standing with MAKAR, HRISTOV and IVAN.

They look to be leaving.
21.
BRANA
Where are you going?
ILYASOV
To find supplies in the village
near here--
BRANA
You can't--
ILYASOV
(turning on his heel)
Can't?
BRANA
(biting her tongue)
I mean-- we shouldn't. We-- it's
not safe. We need to guard this--
ILYASOV
You can protect it.
BRANA
But our orders. You're supposed to
be--
ILYASOV
(angered)
Fine. You can take these three to
protect you, Vasilyeva.
In patronizing tone, Ilyasov pointing to the sitting TOR, and

IOSIF. GRIGORIY-- already standing to come with the others--
then slowly sits, disappointed.
BRANA
It's not safe to split up the
group, Ilyasov--
ILYASOV
Look around you. There's no one
here. No one's watching. No one
cares. The war is over--
BRANA
The war is not over.
ILYASOV
Ours is. My men and I fought like
bears to take Berlin. And you
ripped us from our well-earned
celebrations. We are owed.
(off Brana: owed what?)
(MORE)
22.
ILYASOV (CONT'D)
The spoils of war. We earned that
much at least.
He leans in with a lecherous wink. Almost a threat. Brana has

no choice but to back down. Ilyasov smiles at winning.
ILYASOV (CONT'D)
Relax, we'll be careful. We'll be
quiet. We'll find some... warmth,
and come right back.
Then turn and walks away from her.
BRANA
(under breath)
Damned fool.
ILYASOV
WHAT WAS THAT?!
BRANA
What about the Werwolf?
Ilyasov marches away quickly. A wry smile...
ILYASOV
Don't worry Vasily'a, there's no
full moon tonight.
He leaves, finding himself hilarious.
28 EXT. NEARBY FOREST - TIME OVERLAP - DAY 28
POV: A short distance away, SOMEONE IS WATCHING ON -

eavesdropping on the Russians, hiding behind a tree.
TOR, IOSIF and GRIGORIY sit, piecing together a campfire as

BRANA stands, pacing back and forth, still angry.
TOR
You want to sit down?
BRANA
No.
Tor pipes down. Best leave it.
BRANA (CONT'D)
(sotto voce)
"Spoils of war".
(MORE)
23.
BRANA (CONT'D)
I know exactly what that means. God
knows what kind of mess he'll
cause. And who knows what's down
there? This place could be crawling
with Werwolf.
Or AK, damned soldiers--
TOR
Then let's go get him back.
Grigoriy lights up, seeing a chance to join the others.
BRANA
No. We can't leave it unguarded.
TOR
Then I'll go.
BRANA
He'll listen to you?
Tor shrugs. Maybe... Probably not.
BRANA (CONT'D)
I'll go. You stay and look after
the cargo.
TOR
(hesitant; playful)
And he'll listen to you?
Brana grabs her rifle and bolts it with ferocity.
BRANA
He'll listen.
She marches off into the night with anger and intent.
GRIGORIY
(whisper to Tor)
You know... my mother used to have
that exact same look when my father
didn't come home.
TOR
Yeah? And how’d that work out for
your father?
Grigoriy just gives a look. Not well.

24.
30 EXT. KWIEJCE VILLAGE - DAY 30
ILYASOV and other men walk down the thoroughfare of a small

hamlet village - KWIEJCE. The town seems deathly quiet.
31 EXT. KWIEJCE TAWERNA - DUSK 31
ILYASOV and the men (MAKAR, HRISTOV, IVAN) come to building

with an old, wooden sign on the wall: "TAWERNA"
ILYASOV tries the doors - LOCKED. He then HAMMERS the stock

of his rifle on the doors. BANG. BANG. BANG.
He waits. Looks around. The town is quiet. Dead.
The curtains on one of the windows quiver. Someone's there.
ILYASOV
OPEN UP!
CLUNKING sound of the doors being unbolted. They open a

sliver. The FACE OF A POLISH GIRL peers through. Frightened
apprehensive. She is JUSTYNA (20).
JUSTYNA
(broken)
Sorry... tavern--closed.
ILYASOV
No. It's not.
32 EXT. FOREST - DUSK 32
ANOTHER POV shot from someone hiding behind the trees. This
time watching BRANA walk alone.
She stops. Listens. Sensing something. But then walks on.
33 INT. KWIEJCE TAWERNA - NIGHT 33

ILYASOV IVAN
Na Zdorovie! Na Zdorovie!
ILYASOV, MAKAR, HRISTOV and IVAN all are drinking, laughing

and revelling in the small, poor tavern.
JUSTYNA nervously serves them drinks.
Ilayasov leers at her with a mix of lust and suspicion.
He grabs her.
ILYASOV (CONT'D)
Hey. Is it just you here?
She hesitates to answer, as though her fate depended on it.

Then nods. We see she has a THIN SCAR ACROSS HER CHEEK.
JUSTYNA
I-- get more.
She motions to the back of the room for more drink...

or perhaps just escape.
34 INT. KWIEJCE TAWERNA - BACK ROOM - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT 34
JUSTYNA moves to the back of the building, to a STORE ROOM,

shaking, trying to catch her breath with fear.
She finds herself staring through the window, seeing

something moving in the darkness. What is that?
We can barely make out the shape of something - a head maybe?

But not a human head...
A WOLF HEAD.
Justyna reaches for the door, gathering the courage to...

UNLOCK THE DOOR, opening it.
ILYASOV (O.S.)
Hey.
JUSTYNA JUMPS IN FRIGHT. Turns to see Ilyasov.
ILYASOV (CONT'D)
Where are you going?
Ilyasov looks around... for witnesses.
35 EXT. FOREST CAMP - SHORTLY LATER - NIGHT 35
TOR, IOSIF, GRIGORIY sit around the campfire.
Tor looks through the FIELD MANUAL he found on the sniper.
Grigoriy is pouting, wanting to be with Ilyasov.
GRIGORIY
I want to thank you, Tor, for
offering to leave me here with the
woman and the boy.
26.
TOR
Always trying to get out of your
chores, Grigoriy.
GRIGORIY
Yeah, it is a chore, making
conversation with you two.
TOR finds a flyer, a poster depicting a Russian soldier as a

literal MONSTER, covered in fur, EATING a woman and child.
GERMAN words reading: "THE BEAST FROM THE EAST"
IOSIF
What is that?
TOR
(tossing it to Iosif)
Werwolf light-reading.
Iosif seems confused at Tor's words. Hesitant to ask...
IOSIF
You talked about werewolves
before...
GRIGORIY
Wer-wolf. Wait-- do you think they
were talking about real Werewolves?
IOSIF
No, I--
Grigoriy suddenly, and overly-dramatic LAUGHS, pointing and

miming an attacking wolf - teasing Iosif.
Tor shoves Grigoriy to the floor.
TOR
(to Iosif)
Ignore him.
Grigoriy doesn't care that Tor is being the Big Brother. He

spots pointing but carries on chuckling to himself.
TOR (CONT'D)
(quietly to Iosif)
Goebbels idea of a more frightening
name. Something to make them sound
more threatening than what they are-
old men and Hitler youth with
sticks and knives, hiding in
forests, starving. Not much of a
"resistance".
27.
Tor says this as he thumbs through the other contents of the

sniper's pockets. Among the items is a small skull.
Iosif nods interest in it and Tor passes it to him - A carved-

ivory trinket, with half normal face, half- exposed skull, on
a thin chain. Words carved into it:
IOSIF
Memento Mori.
(off Tor's look)
It's Latin--
GRIGORIY
You speak Latin?
Tor suddenly eyes this young man with suspicion.
IOSIF
No-- I just know what that means.
Iosif clams up, receding into his shyness.
Grigoriy has started paying attention too, exchanging a look

of shared suspicion with Tor.
TOR
No, it's good, Iosya. Obviously an
educated young man. Not like us.
Tor eyes Grigoriy. Back off, okay?
Grigoriy heeds this. The two men sombre with the thought that
there is a world outside this, where people still learn,
people still live. And they're not in it.
TOR (CONT'D)
So what does it mean?
IOSIF
(hesitant)
Remember death.
(off Tor's look)
In Rome, when soldiers returned
home from victorious battle, the
people would shout this at them.
"Remember death". They had defeated
armies and cheated death and so
needed to be reminded they were
still mortal men. Not gods.
Remember death comes to us all.
Another sober reminder to Tor and Grigoriy, that they ever

needed one. With this, Grigoriy turns away.
28.
Tor looks at the propaganda flyer with the BEAST on it.
TOR
You know, when we pushed through
here, we weren't far off this.
(referencing the monster)
We wanted blood, revenge, for what
the Germans had done to us. And we
became what they feared. What they
had painted us to be. Monsters. And
then-- then, we found their death
camps. And I saw what they were
capable of.
Tor shakes this memory out. Looks to Iosif...
TOR (CONT'D)
There is no such thing as
victorious battle anymore, Iosif.
Not in this war.
Tor throws the skull trinket to Iosif. You take it.
TOR
And anyone who survives it, won't
need any reminder of death.
36 EXT. KWIEJCE TAWERNA - NIGHT 36
BRANA approaches the TAVERN, hearing RUSSIAN REVELRY coming

from inside.
But then she hears something else... SCREAMING.
37 INT. WOODEN BARN - NEAR KWIEJCE TAWERNA - NIGHT 37
BRANA comes over to the open doors of the barn, hearing the
SCREAMS OF JUSTYNA.
Inside, she sees ILYASOV forcing himself on her. Brana sneaks

up on him without him noticing.
BRANA ILYASOV
ILYASOV?! JESUS!
BRANA (CONT'D)
What the hell are you doing?!
Justyna looks up to Brana for rescue.
ILYASOV
(clenched fists)
This doesn't concern you!
29.
BRANA
You think this is being quiet?
He shakes his head with utter contempt for Brana.
Brana helps Justyna up. Urges her to leave.
BRANA (CONT'D)
Go. Run. Hide.
Justyna runs away in panic.
Ilyasov looks as though he’s ready to punch Brana but -

out of his blind spot - BRANA SLAMS HIM TO THE WALL.
BRANA (CONT'D)
Listen to me, you-- you pig. Your
reckless, drunken behavior is now
endangering our mission--
ILYASOV BACK-HANDS BRANA - she falls to the ground.
Ilaysov tries to calm himself but the rage has taken over.
ILYASOV
Who do you think you are...
talking to me like that?
Brana tends a bloody lip and goes to pull her rifle. Ilyasov
KICKS IT OUT OF HER HAND, amazed she would even think of
pointing it at him.
He shoves his boot down HARD on her chest, pinning her. Then
kneels, leaning in close. This ugly, sweaty drunkard now
turned venomous.
BRANA
Get off me--
ILYASOV
You know, where I'm from, a woman
doesn't talk to a man like this.
Brana TWISTS his leg, causing Ilyasov instant pain. She

converts this into force, throwing him off her.
Brana crawls to her rifle on the ground but ILYASOV JUMPS

ONTO HER BACK, PINNING HER ONCE AGAIN.
ILYASOV (CONT'D)
[Dare to] spoil my fun?!
Ilyasov grabs the back of her arms, pulling her up again and
braces her against him in an aggressive thrust.
30.
BRANA
Get off me you filthy pig!
This is the last straw for Ilyasov. How dare she?
ILYASOV
Maybe I should just teach you a
lesson instead, huh?
Ilyasov RIPS DOWN HER TUNIC OVERALLS, exposing her thigh.
BRANA
Ilyas--
He smothers her mouth with his fat hand.
BRANA WHIPS HER HEAD BACK - HEADBUTTS ILYASOV IN THE NOSE.
ILYASOV
Fucking B--
Ilysov SUDDENLY FREEZES, staring at something ahead.
He slowly raises his hands.
BRANA quickly flips around to see what Ilyasov sees...
A GAUNT MAN, in threadbare civilian clothing, aiming an

ancient double-barreled SHOTGUN at Ilyasov's face.
GAUNT
(Polish: get back)
Wracać.
(repeated in German)
Zurück.
Brana slides out from under Ilyasov, GRABS HER GUN and
positions herself behind both men.
BRANA
Lower your gun.
The Gaunt man is confused.
BRANA (CONT'D)
Lower it.
As Gaunt lowers the shotgun, Ilyasov instantly goes for his

own sidearm--
BRANA (CONT'D)
DON'T!
(Ilyasov freezes)
(MORE)
31.
BRANA (CONT'D)
Don't give me a reason. Because I
really want to.
Brana takes the SHOTGUN from Gaunt - reluctant to let it go.
BRANA (CONT'D)
Bist du Deutsche?
Gaunt tentatively shakes his head. Waits...
GAUNT
Polskie.
BRANA
You speak German.
GAUNT
So do you.
ILYASOV
Kill this fucking Nazi!
BRANA SLAMS THE STOCK OF HER GUN across the side of Ilyasov's
head, sending him reeling in pain.
ILYASOV (CONT'D)
Fffffuck!
BRANA
Deal with you in a second.
(to Gaunt)
What are you doing here?
GAUNT
(nervous caution)
I live here-- not far from here
and... I heard... screaming.
Ilyasov is oblivious to this, tending his bloody nose. Brana

feels shame in his absence of it.
BRANA
Was it just you that--
A MUFFLED GUNSHOT RINGS OUT IN THE DISTANCE.
Brana whips her head to look.
BRANA (CONT'D)
What was that?
ILYASOV
It came from the tavern.
32.
BRANA
Move.
She orders Ilyasov by gunpoint.
She nods for Gaunt to go too. A little suspicion now.
38 EXT. KWIEJCE TAWERNA - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT 38
BRANA, ILYASOV and GAUNT reach the tavern to find the DOOR
JUSTYNA escaped from, now WIDE OPEN with a haze of SMOKE
coming from it.
ILYASOV
The place is on fire!
Ilyasov rushes in.
BRANA
Ilyasov, WAIT!
She doesn't rush to follow. Instead waits for Gaunt to go in.

Who shakes his head. This is nothing to do with me.
39 INT. KWIEJCE TAWERNA - CONTINUOUS 39
BRANA and GAUNT enter the TAVERN to see a thin layer of MIST
lingering across the floor.
BRANA checks corners, but the room is clear apart from...
ILYASOV stood COUGHING, holding a hanky over his mouth,

looking down at something.
Brana and Gaunt start coughing too. Gaunt quickly covers his
mouth with a cloth - Brana with her scarf.
BRANA
(hushed yell)
ILYASOV! Get back.
As she nears Ilyasov, she sees what he is looking down at:
A DEAD BODIES ON THE GROUND.
HRISTOV, face purple, frozen in gasp. His hands clutching his

neck. His eyes wide open.
As Brana kneels to Hristov's body. Sees another...
IVAN. Facedown. Throat cut. POOL OF BLOOD.

33.
Ilayasov sees MAKAR is slumped over himself on the floor. A

PISTOL IN HIS HAND. Ilayasov rushes to him.
ILYASOV
Makar.
But he’s not moving either.
ILYASOV (CONT'D)
(whispered; sad)
Dimka.
BRANA
What the hell happened here?
GAUNT
We should leave.
Gaunt hangs back near the door, looking for something...

or someone he expects to see.
Ilyasov lifts Makar's head to see a thin GASH across his neck
from a GARROTING WIRE.
MAKAR SUDDENLY GASPS INTO LIFE - ILASOV JUMPS.
ILYASOV
Dimitri!
Makar gasps for air as Brana rushes over.
ILYASOV (CONT'D)
You're okay.
But he isn't. His neck wound isn't deep (any deeper and it
would've severed an artery) but he is disorientated, shaking
his head from blurred vision. He can't focus on Ilaysov even
in front of him.
Ilyasov wraps Makar's scarf around the wound on his neck.
ILYASOV (CONT'D)
Can you hear me? Can you talk?
MAKAR
(strained)
Yes.
BRANA
Makar, what happened here?
34.
MAKAR
Smoke--
(**wheeze**)
--Poison.
Makar holds his hand up in front of his face as though he

sees two of them. He's hallucinating.
Brana grabs him. Too forcefully for Ilyasov's liking.
BRANA
What happened? Who did this?
He shakes his head. He can't answer. Gaunt does for him...
GAUNT
Werwolf.
BRANA
(to Gaunt)
Why do you say that?
GAUNT
They hide in the forests near here.
Watch the town. And use tactics
like this, burning lichen and a
mushroom, Zniszczenie anioł. It
causes disorientation, makes you
see things.
MAKAR
I scared them off.
He nods the gun that was in his hand (the shot we heard).
BRANA
How many, Makar?
Again, Maker is incapable of thinking.
Gaunt finds what he's looking for - a bundle of burnt,

smouldering twigs on the floor. He holds it up. Covering his
mouth. See. Then throws it out the open doors.
BRANA (CONT'D)
Watch the town for what?
GAUNT
Stragglers. Easy targets.
He nods to the Russians. You.
ILYASOV
Fritz is probably one of them--
35.
BRANA
He's Polish, you idiot--
ILYASOV
Then he's AK! Probably led them
straight to us!
BRANA
If anyone lead them to us, it's
YOU, Vadim. This is your fault.
ILYASOV
MY FAULT?!
BRANA
I told you not come here! After the
sniper in the forest, we should've--
Brana stops herself. Gaunt looks. What?
BRANA (CONT'D)
The forest.
(beat)
If they found us here...
Ilyasov suddenly realizes what this means.
40 EXT. FOREST CAMP - NIGHT 40
At the campfire, GRIGORIY is asleep. IOSIF nodding off.

TOR just stares at the fire. But then he notices...
A thick blanket of smoke surrounding them. Too much to be

from the campfire. Too acrid in smell to be natural.
Tor CLICKS his finger in front of Iosif's face.
IOSIF
Wha--?
Tor shoves his hand over Iosif’s mouth. Mimes. Shhh.
They slowly stand, Rifles to the ready. Tor kicks Grigoriy to

wake him but he just MOANS and turns over. TOR KICKS HIM
AGAIN.
Suddenly, the sound of a SNAPPING TWIG out in the forest

wakes Grigoriy. He sits up, noticing the smoke. Sees Tor at
the ready and grabs his own gun. What's happening?
Tor signals. Circle up.
They fan out to form a perimeter.

A strange WHIRRING SOUND moves around them, out in fog.
Grigoriy feels woozy. Tries to shake himself awake. Looks at

his own hand like it's something foreign to him.
Tor prods Grigoriy. Stay here.

He mimes he’s going to circle around. Grigoriy nods back.
Tor then ventures out, moving away from the fire - now just
an orange glow through the smoke.
Within seconds, Iosif loses sight of Tor.
QUICK FLASH CUT TO -
Something moving out in the forest, SWINGING SOMETHING AROUND

THEIR HEAD like a thurible.
IOSIF -
Through the smoke Iosif sees a flash of SOMETHING MOVING

BETWEEN THE TREES at speed...
QUICK FLASH CUT TO -
CLOSE ON: BLACK ANIMAL HAIR.
IOSIF -
IOSIF (CONT'D)
(hushed)
Tor?
Grigoriy is now overcome by the smoke. Unbalanced, he falls

to sitting position. He can't focus his vision.
IOSIF (CONT'D)
Grisha.
But Girgoriy is out of it and Iosif turns back to the dark

woods and tries to make out SHAPES MOVING IN THE TREES.
As he treads cautiously, he sees a BLACK MASS huddling down

at the base of a tree...
IOSIF (CONT'D)
Tor?
But it's not Tor. The shape GROWLS. A low, GUTTURAL SOUND.
The shadow grows, rising up, COVERED IN BLACK HAIR.

37.
Over-the-shoulder of the BEAST, we see it tower in height

over Iosif. The slick, muddy hair on it's back making a
spiking silhouette that obscures Iosif.
Iosif can't move with fear.
CLOSE ON: CLAWS. TEETH.
Iosif trips up, falling onto the ground.
He scrambles backwards, managing to get to his feet...
and RUNS.
The BEAST gives chase.
41 EXT. FOREST NEARBY - CONTINUOUS 41
TOR is out on his own in the dark. A little woozy and

disoriented. Still lost in the haze of smoke.
Suddenly he sees a figure amongst the trees - A THIN MAN,

standing, staring at him. Tor raises his rifle in aim.
TOR
Hey.
But as Tor cautiously steps closer, we see the skinny man is

a CONCENTRATION CAMP PRISONER. Skeletal frame. Stripped
pyjamas. Star of David on his sleeve. REACHING TO TOR...
PRISONER
Hilf mir. Bitte hilf mir.
Tor reels from this image from his nightmares. He shakes his
head and backs away.
PRISONER (CONT'D)
Hilf mir.
A GRUNTING GROWL from somewhere behind Tor.
HE SPINS AROUND. But there's nothing there. And, looking

back, the death camp prisoner has gone too.
Tor realizes he's hallucinating. Tries to focus.
Hears another beast-like GROWL and SPINS AGAIN, disoriented.
The DEATH CAMP PRISONER has re-appeared. But is now just

stood in the dark, looking afraid.
Something stands BEHIND the prisoner, in the haze and dark...

38.
A BLACK, SILHOUETTED FIGURE with a hood and GLOWING EYES.
Tor steps cautiously closer. This can't be real.
PRISONER lowers his head and FADES - DISAPPEARS. Just as...
HOODED FIGURE tilts it’s head. A LONG TUBE hangs out of the
hood. And the eyes now seem less like they're glowing...
More like... reflecting the moonlight.
And Tor realizes...
The eyes are two round windows of GLASS on a GAS MASK.
It's a man - a SOLDIER - in a mud-caked German uniform and a

Soviet gas mask. HE GRABS TOR’S RIFLE and TAKES IT FROM HIM.
Tor quickly backs away as GAS MASK AIMS THE RIFLE AT TOR.
Tor RUNS.
CRACK! A GUNSHOT ECHOES - a missed shot.
Tor ducks and weaves to avoid MORE SHOTS.
42 EXT. FOREST CAMP - SAME TIME - NIGHT 42
GRIGORIY regains his composure. Realizes he's alone.
GRIGORIY
Tor?
He gets up and ventures away from the fire.
VHOOMM. VHOOMM. A WHIRRING sound out in the forest.
GRIGORIY (CONT'D)
Hello?
VHOOMM. VHOOMM.
A SHADOWED FIGURE RISES UP BEHIND GRIGORIY - Covered in the

hair of a BLACK BEAR. Grigoriy is unaware until...
A GAROTTING WIRE loops around his neck and WHIPS TIGHT.
He clutches at the wire, as it CUTS THROUGH HIS WINDPIPE.
43 EXT. FOREST NEARBY - CONTINUOUS 43
TOR panic-runs, looking back over his shoulder for the GAS
MASK soldier chasing him.
39.
A FIGURE DASHES BETWEEN THE TREES, swinging the ball of

bundled twigs and lichen, billowing with smoke.
Tor looks for cover. Sees an UPROOTED TREE. Runs and slides
into the cave-like hole under its dangling, muddy roots.
As he backs into it, he sees the SILHOUETTED FIGURE OF GAS

MASK APPROACH, searching for him.
As Tor moves back to hide, he doesn't see the PRISONER APPEAR

BEHIND HIM - impossibly positioned in the darkness.
Tor turns to see the apparition and almost screams out,

covering his own mouth not to. He shuts his eyes tight.
The prisoner reaches out with boney fingers to touch Tor.
GAS MASK RUNS BY, searching for Tor.
44 INT. FOREST CAMP - CONTINUOUS 44
In fleeing in panic, IOSIF finds his way back to the orange

glow of the campfire and walks towards a strange sound...
SOMETHING ON THE GROUND, SCRABBLING IN THE DIRT, clawing at

the mound of the buried crate.
It makes a GROWLING GRUNTING sound and Iosif is terrified.
The creature freezes. SNARLS as it WHIPS IT’S HEAD AROUND -

a blurry mass of BLACK FUR AND TEETH...
IT LUNGES TOWARDS IOSIF.
Iosif falls backwards and is pinned by the beast as...
CRACK! - A gunshot rings out.
THE CREATURE YELPS like a wounded dog...
FALLING OFF IOSIF and flails on the floor, wounded.
CRACK! ANOTHER SHOT KILLS IT DEAD.
Iosif looks up in dismay as...
BRANA RUNS OVER TO HIM - a scarf over her face - and grabs
Iosif. Iosif initially PANICS, tries to fend her off--
BRANA
Iosif! Iosif! It's me!
She removes the scarf and checks he’s not wounded.

40.
Iosif now sees ILYASOV, MAKAR and GAUNT appear.
Gaunt kneels to the dead 'creature' and turns the body over,
revealing that it's just a man in BEARSKIN.
BRANA (CONT'D)
The smoke, Iosif. It's poison. It
makes you hallucinate.
(beat)
Iosif-- where are the others?
Where’s Tor and Grigoriy?
But Iosif is still confused, disoriented, unresponsive.
MAKAR
The truck's gone.
BRANA
Shit. Let's get the body and get
out of here.
She starts digging out semi-exhumed crate with her hands.
ILYASOV
On foot--?
(Off Brana’s look)
Dimitri, give me a gun!
Makar looks to Brana for permission. She shakes her head.
ILYASOV (CONT'D)
I’m still your Captain!
But Brana just eyes him. Nope.
ILYASOV (CONT'D)
You need me.
BRANA
I need you to help carry this.
ILYASOV
We're going to carry that thing to
Posen? We should stay and fight
these peasant dogs.
BRANA
These dogs managed to sneak up and
kill two of ours--
MAKAR
Three.
Brana looks to MAKAR on the outside of the perimeter.

41.
MAKAR (CONT'D)
(wincing)
I found Grigoriy.
We see a glimpse of Grigoriy’s corpse.
Makar looks back to Brana. It’s not pretty.
ILYASOV
You’re being a coward. We should
stand and fight.
BRANA
And you’re forgetting again, what
we were sent to do-- not to fight,
not to make noise. To protect this.
Ilyasov seethes in resentment.
BRANA (CONT'D)
No, we can’t carry it all the way.
But we can find somewhere to stash
it. Somewhere to hide.
MAKAR
Why not leave it buried?
BRANA
They know it’s here. And we don’t
have time to stop and dig again.
MAKAR
Can we make it back to the village?
Brana weighs this up with scepticism. It’s far.
BRANA
And we'd be exposed out in the open
on route.
Brana notices Gaunt. He seems hesitant to say...
GAUNT
I might know a place.
Brana can see his reluctance. Urges him with a look. Please.
GAUNT (CONT'D)
All right. Follow me.
IOSIF
Wait, we can't go without Tor.
42.
BRANA
He's still alive?
But Iosif can't answer this.
BRANA (CONT'D)
(to Makar)
Make a last sweep. See if you can
see him.
(to Iosif)
If he's still alive, he'll find us.
This doesn't reassure Iosif.
BRANA (CONT'D)
I'm sure he's fine.
45 EXT. FOREST - ELSEWHERE - NIGHT 45
TOR under the uprooted tree. He slowly opens his eyes to see
the apparition of the prisoner has disappeared.
He looks around. Tentatively steps out. Nothing there.
He starts to cautiously jog, RUNNING AWAY.
46 EXT. FOREST CAMP - SHORTLY AFTER - NIGHT 46
Back at the CAMP GROUND. The fire almost dead now. The smoke
nothing more than wisps on the ground of the site. An empty
hole in the ground when the crate has been exhumed.
Figures appear from the trees... THE WERWOLF.
Without the smoke, it's easy to see them for what they are-
men, dressed in muddy, threadbare CIVILIAN CLOTHING and FUR
PELTS to keep them warm:
BLACK WOLF leads them, a BLACK FUR pelt over his shoulders.
An older man with a WHITE BEARD
One with a farmers clothes and a RED SCARF
One with his whole face covered by a BLACK BOAR head
A fifth man appears with a GAS MASK but removes it, revealing
a very young man in muddy German army uniform (the figure TOR
had encountered) - YOUNG WERWOLF.
They surround their dead friend - BEARSKIN.

43.
A TWIG SNAPS BEHIND THEM and they all turn to see...
Wölfram GRAEBER (30s) walks into the camp. His SS officer

uniform under the thinly-veiled disguise of a long muddy,
civilian coat.
Behind him and towering him in height is Karl ROTHE (40s).

Even less effort to disguise his Waffen uniform and cap.
Graeber walks directly to the empty grave...
Kneels down and inspects it. And without looking up...
GRAEBER
You were told to wait.
BLACK WOLF
They split up. We took the
opportunity to take them whilst
they were in smaller groups.
GRAEBER
And did you take them?
He finally looks up at Black Wolf. A cold, icy stare.
BLACK WOLF
(defiant)
A few may have escaped.
GRAEBER
"May"? I'm not sure how this digs
itself out of the ground.
Black Wolf grits his teeth at his chastising.
BLACK WOLF
There were more than we expected.
GRAEBER
Which is why I told you to wait.
BLACK WOLF
We'll find them.
GRAEBER
It. Find it. Kill them.
Black Wolf turns to leave--
GRAEBER (CONT'D)
WAIT!
44.
He takes a RIFLE from ROTHE and THROWS IT AT BLACK WOLF.

Black Wolf manages to catch the forceful throw.
GRAEBER (CONT'D)
Maybe you and your men will have
better luck with the weapons we
brought.
Black Wolf nods. He gives a WHISTLE to the other Werwolf and

they run off into the forest.
CUT TO:
47 EXT. EDGES OF FOREST CAMP - CONTINUOUS 47
TOR quickly ducks behind the tree he's been hiding behind -
WATCHING ON. Seeing his comrades replaced by Germans.
What does he do now?
48 EXT. FOREST - NIGHT 48
TOR RUNS through the forest.
HE SUDDENLY STOPS. Waits, sensing something.
A faint sound of a TWIG SNAPPINGS from behind a tree.
He stares at the tree.
SUDDENLY, A FIGURE BOLTS OUT FROM BEHIND A TREE.
Tor runs after the person and instantly catches them,

TACKLING THEM TO THE GROUND, realizing it’s a woman...
It’s Justyna.
TOR
HEY! stop, STOP!
(she struggles)
ARE YOU WITH THEM?! Deutsche?!
(she shakes her head)
Polskie?!
She's terrified but nods. Tor eases up.
He climbs off her and holds his hands up, kneeling on one leg
and letting her sit up.
45.
TOR (CONT'D)
I'm not going to hurt you, okay?
You understand? I’m not going to
hurt you.
She calms. A tentative peace.
TOR (CONT'D)
What are you doing out here?
He can see she doesn’t understand him, so mimes everything...
TOR (CONT'D)
I-- I need to find my people.
Nothing. She doesn’t understand. He thinks. How do I

communicate? But in this moment of distraction...
JUSTYNA WHIPS OUT A SMALL KNIFE from her boot and JAMS IT
INTO TOR'S LEG - BOLTS INTO RUNNING AWAY AGAIN.
Despite the blade in his leg, TOR GIVES CHASE - catches up to

her, TACKLES HER BACK DOWN and PINS HER TO THE GROUND.
TOR (CONT'D)
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
She tries to SCREAM but he grasps her mouth.
TOR (CONT'D)
STOP. I said I wouldn’t hurt you!
She stops struggling.
TOR (CONT'D)
I’m going to let you go now, okay?
(miming each action)
If you scream... I'll have to stop
you... you understand?
She nods and Tor slowly lets go. She doesn’t run.
Tor painfully stands - the KNIFE still stuck in his leg.
TOR (CONT'D)
You're from the Village. Yes?
Wioska? Village?
JUSTYNA
Yes. From village.
TOR
So, you do understand?
46.
She stands with a defiant look.
TOR (CONT'D)
Look, I promise I won’t hurt you,
but you can’t run off. I can’t risk
it. And... I need you to show me
the way to the village. I need to
find the others like me.
He waits a long time for her to agree with a nod.
TOR (CONT'D)
If you run. Or scream or try and
signal anyone, I--
JUSTYNA
Yes.
TOR
You understand me?
If looks could kill, he would have dropped dead by now.
JUSTYNA
Yes.
Tor grips the knife in his leg... PULLS. Tries not to show
any pain but it hurts like hell.
Justyna PUTS OUT HER HAND. She wants the knife back.
Tor almost laughs as he ties his scarf around the wound.
TOR
Yeah, fucking right.
49 EXT. FOREST HOUSE - FOREST - NIGHT 49
BRANA AND THE GROUP approach a small house in the forest -

a rustic wooden COTTAGE in a small clearing of the trees.
A chimney smoking from it's rooftop and a small woodshed not
far from the house.
BRANA and GAUNT are up front. MAKAR, IOSIF and ILYASOV a

distance behind, carrying the wooden crate.
BRANA
That it?
GAUNT
We can hide here.
Brana goes to move but Gaunt grabs her arm. Instantly letting
go, realizing this is overstepping the boundary.
GAUNT (CONT'D)
The people that live here, they’re
good people. Kind. They will help
but... some of your people--
Gaunt looks to Ilyasov. Worried.
GAUNT (CONT'D)
When they came through here before,
they-- they murdered people like
this. People who helped others.
Gaunt can’t get a read on her. Is what he’s saying offensive?
GAUNT (CONT'D)
Just... promise me you're not like
those others.
BRANA
If you promise me, that you're not
like the others out there.
Gaunt tentatively nods. This is good enough for both.
GAUNT
Wait here for a moment.
Gaunt runs low over to the house.
ILYASOV comes over, referring to Gaunt circling the house.
ILYASOV
I doubt we’ll see him again.
BRANA
Stop it with that! He’s helping us.
ILYASOV
Who, Fritz? You trust him do you?
BRANA
More than I trust you, Ilyasov.
Brana looks at Ilyasov with loathing. And Ilyasov can see it.
ILYASOV
Comrade Captain, Ilyasov. Don’t
forget where you're from, girl.
BRANA
I’m not the one forgetting who I
am. Or what my orders are. And if
we make it back to where we’re both
from. If we make it out of here,
I’ll make sure they know that your
behavior directly went against our
orders. That you got those men
killed and jeaopardised our
mission... Comrade Captain.
She SPITS the formal reference.
Ilyasov is about to shout back to her but--
BRANA (CONT'D)
Just keep your distance from me...
Captain. I don’t enjoy being this
close to you.
A LIGHT TURNS ON INSIDE THE HOUSE and GAUNT steps out with an
elderly Polish man - MIŁOSZ (70s).
Gaunt beckons them all with a wave.
As Brana moves, Ilyasov watches her go, SEETHING, shaking

with anger. A powder-keg of rage.
50 EXT. FOREST HOUSE - NIGHT 50
WIDE of the FOREST HOUSE: As the Russians carry the crate

into the small house, we see someone hiding, WATCHING THEM...
A WERWOLF with BLACK STRIPES of boot polish painted down his

face, spies on their movements.
Seeing enough, he breaks cover and runs into the forest.
51 EXT. FOREST - ELSEWHERE - NIGHT 51
JUSTYNA is walking ahead of TOR through the forest.
TOR
So what are you doing all the way
out here in the forest?
She doesn't answer. Instead, she steps out onto...
A ROAD.
TOR (CONT'D)
Huh. [how about that]
49.
Tor isn’t as far into the woods as he thought.
She turns away from him, walks on.
TOR (CONT'D)
Still, you're running about in the
woods at night?
JUSTYNA
(not turning around)
I'm run from you.
TOR
From me?
JUSTYNA
Bolsheviks, like you, who come into
village.
He gently grabs her by the arm. Stop, please.
TOR
Why?
Her look tells the horrid story. And Tor can see it.
She shirks away from him and carries on walking.
TOR (CONT'D)
What about the Germans-- Niemiecki--
in the forest? You know about them?
She ignores him. But he grabs her again. Stops her.
TOR (CONT'D)
Hey. Do you know about the Germans,
hiding in this forest?
JUSTYNA
“Werwolf”.
Tor nods. So you do know.
TOR
Yes. Werwolf. You're not afraid of
them?
JUSTYNA
No.
She walks away again. Leaving Tor stewing with anger.
TOR
HEY. STOP!
50.
Justyna reluctantly stops and turns.
JUSTYNA
They are not as bad as Bolsheviks.
TOR
Don't say things like that. You're
lucky you ran into me and not one
of them.
She stares blankly at Tor. If you say so.
TOR (CONT'D)
You don't know what you're talking
about. YOU HAVE NO IDEA! You don’t
know what they're like--!
JUSTYNA
I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE LIKE!
Bolshevik. German. Both the same.
Through anger, Tor sees Justyna well with tears and hurt.
JUSTYNA (CONT'D)
Only, Germans are gone now. And
Bolsheviks have come. Raping.
Murdering. Killing my parents--
(tears breaking)
For lies. For helping Germans?!
Helping?! Like they had a choice.
Tor lets her go. She wipes the tears from her eyes.
Straightens and finds her defiant strength again.
JUSTYNA (CONT'D)
I am not afraid of Germans. They
are not a threat anymore--
TOR
Yeah, that’s because we forced them
out.
JUSTYNA
And who will forced you out?
Tor stares at her for a long time.
TOR
Go. Go to wherever you were going.
I'll find my way.
She's hesitant. Is this a trick?

51.
TOR (CONT'D)
Go.
She starts to back away. Tor nods in reassurance. She starts

to run... but then SUDDENLY STOPS.
Turns.
Points down the track - the opposite direction to the way

she's been taking him.
JUSTYNA
That way is the village.
He smiles, realizing she was taking him the wrong way.
She smiles too. I got you.
But then she suddenly loses her smile.
Beyond her pointing finger -- way down the track -- THREE

WERWOLF APPEAR out of the forest.
Tor turns to see them.
TOR
Go.
But it's too late. They've spotted Tor.
The YOUNG WEREWOLF among them raises his rifle.
CRACK! A gunshot rings out and echoes through the trees.
FREE FIRE ensues and TOR DIVES FOR COVER. Bullets ripping up
the dirt of the roadside.
TOR (CONT'D)
Get down!
But Justyna has FROZEN. Pale-faced. Tor realizes...
She's been shot.
She stumbles and falls to the ground at the roadside.
TOR RUSHES TO HER, scoops her up in his arms, blood gushing

from her neck.
TOR (CONT'D)
No. No. Come on.
But she quickly fades.

52.
She dies in his arms.
The Werwolf approach Tor with their rifles trained on him -
YOUNG WEREWOLF, RED SCARF and BLACK BOAR. The latter coming
close. Too close. He prods Tor with his rifle.
TOR SUDDENLY JUMPS UP - SHOVES THE KNIFE INTO THE SIDE OF

BLACK BOAR'S HEAD.
Black Boar falls to the ground, convulsing, dying quickly.
White Beard doesn’t hesitate in SLAMMING THE STOCK OF HIS

RIFLE INTO TOR HEAD - KNOCKING HIM UNCONSCIOUS.
Tor is passed out on the roadside next to Justyna’s body.
52 INT. KITCHEN - FOREST HOUSE - NIGHT 52
MIŁOSZ leads the group into his small house.
He seems unsettled when MAKAR and IOSIF put the CRATE onto
the kitchen table but Gaunt nods. It's okay.
Miłosz's wife, LUDMIŁA (60+) enters. Starts CURSING at Makar

and Iosif in POLISH, pecking at them to remove the crate.
GAUNT
Ludmiła, it's okay.
LUDMIŁA
(in Polish)
It's not okay. They are Bolshevik.
They'll kill us just as soon they
get what they want.
BRANA
We need your help.
Ludmiła inspects Brana. Why is she speaking?
Then she inspects the crate, reeling from the smell.
LUDMIŁA
(in Polish)
Why is there a dead body on my
kitchen table?
GAUNT
A body? No, it's...
53.
LUDMIŁA
You think I don't know what death
smells like?
Gaunt looks to Brana for an answer. Is it?

But Brana leaves him hanging.
But Ludmiła waits too. And the others.
Brana senses ALL EYES ON HER - even her comrades - waiting

for an answer about what the crate is.
Brana reluctanty goes over to the crate. Ilyasov grabs her...
ILYASOV
(whispered)
What are you doing?
BRANA
We need their help.
ILYASOV
Then put a gun on them.
Brana scowls at Ilyasov. Stares him down. It’s her show now.
She uses a knife to lever the crate lid off. Pulls it away...
Everyone moves closer to see...
A DEAD BODY, bloated and wrapped in blood-stained blankets.
Brana waits... then pulls back the blanket from the FACE...
The discoloured skin is not enough to hide the unmistakable

BLACK MOUSTACHE. Black badly-dyed hair is broken at a large
EXIT WOUND in the top of the head. Dark dead blood seen under
some kind of jelly covering the whole face - like grease.
There’s also a jar of FORMALDEHYDE with a hose leading into
the open mouth. A gold tooth visible inside the jaw.
GAUNT
Is that...?
Brana nods. The rotting remains of Adolf Hitler.
BRANA
He shot himself. In his bunker, in
Berlin.
Everyone stands in silence for a moment.

54.
IOSIF
Pravda said reports of his death
were lies.
BRANA
They weren't.
(off Iosif's look)
We made sure. With dental records.
(to Ludmiła)
Now you understand why we need your
help. We need to hide it. There are
men-- Werwolf-- trying to find it--
MAKAR (O.S.)
HEY, HEY, HEY!
Brana turns to see Gaunt SLAMMING HIS FISTS AGAINST THE

CORPSE. HITTING IT. Makar and Iosif pull him back.
BRANA
What are you doing?!
(shoving Gaunt)
He's dead already!
GAUNT
Yeah, well it looks like it was too
damn quick--
BRANA
We have to preserve it.
IOSIF
(realization)
The formaldehyde. But how long can
you really expect it to last?
BRANA
Long enough to get it back.
(to Gaunt)
Ask them where we can put it. It
needs hiding until we can find new
transport.
(Gaunt's not listening)
Hey! This is important!
Ludmiła steps in. Takes Brana's hand...
LUDMIŁA
(broken *English*)
This-- dangerous. You--
(to Gaunt)
Jak powiedzieć... zniszcz?
55.
GAUNT
Destroy.
LUDMIŁA
Nie. Nie. Burn.
BRANA
I can't do that.
Ludmiła fake spits. She RANTS to Gaunt IN POLISH

(untranslated but we hear the word 'Żyd' - something about
Brana being Jewish - about him killing her people).
GAUNT
I think she knows what he did.
Gaunt looks at Brana. But still...
BRANA
I know. And what it means. That's
why we must hide it.
Gaunt reluctantly comes round. Nods. Goes over to the crate

and starts to TAKE OUT THE BODY.
MAKAR
Woah, woah, woah--
GAUNT
It won't fit in the hiding space.
Makar waits for Brana's okay nod. Only then helps Gaunt.
They cover the face back up and start to lift the body.
53 INT. WOODSHED - FOREST HOUSE -- DAWN 53
GAUNT opens up a SECRET HATCH in the wooden floor and he and

BRANA lower the covered body into a crawl space.
GAUNT
Why not burn it? It's what he
deserves.
BRANA
It's also what he wanted. To
disappear. For people to not see
him like this-- a coward... with a
bullet in his head.
GAUNT
So why hide it?
56.
BRANA
To protect it. It has to go back.
For proof.
GAUNT
You have proof. From the teeth--
BRANA
Stalin needs to see it. He needs--
(cuts herself short)
In Russia, we like to look our
enemy in the eye. You wouldn't
understand--
GAUNT
You're right I don't understand.
What happens if you lose it? What
happens if you die whilst keeping
it secret?
BRANA
(angry; annoyed)
You talk of secrets. What of your
secret? This is for hiding people.
My guess is it's been hiding you.
That's why you know about it. Who
are you hiding from? Who are you
really?
Gaunt stares at her. Angry. But then calms.
GAUNT
Volksdeutsche.
(off her look)
That's what they called us. Polish,
with German heritage. Barely. When
they invaded they gave me a simple
choice-- join them, or go to a
labour camp...
Gaunt pauses to gauge Brana's disgust in him. But she's not.

She's listening intently.
GAUNT (CONT'D)
They promised me that if I did,
they would let me keep my home and
spare my wife from the camp. But
they lied. They lie. That's what
they do. When I heard they'd taken
her, I deserted. But by the time
I-- it was too late. She was dead.
And the Soviets were advancing. If
they'd caught me, they would've
shot me.
(MORE)
57.
GAUNT (CONT'D)
The Germans were forced back into
their country. But some of them
stayed, hiding in the forests.
Becoming Werwolf.
Encircling the village... Taking
reprisals. A few Russians but
mostly on Poles. Villagers they saw
as traitors. So, I hid from both.
Both sides. Just like my country...
surrounded by wolves.
A long pause in silence.
BRANA
I'm sorry. I know what that’s like.
GAUNT
To lose someone?
Brana nods in confirmation but gives a different answer.
BRANA
To be surrounded by wolves.
She offers him her hand to help him to his feet.
54 EXT. FOREST TRACK - MORNING 54
The sun is up, spilling through the trees as GRAEBER SITS IN

THE FOOTWELL of the stolen Russian ZIS truck. He’s shaking,
sweating, trying to surppress an anger.
He take out a PILL TIN and swallows a capsule from inside -

‘Previtin’ (amphetamine).
ROTHE ENTERS as Graeber levels out, having fed his addiction.
ROTHE
Why don’t we just leave?
GRAEBER
(dismissive)
And go where?
ROTHE
The fight.
Graeber almost laugh. This only angers Rothe.
ROTHE (CONT'D)
Von Ahlfen is in Breslau--
58.
GREABER
Major Von Ahlfen is surrounded...
with no reinforcements. The war is
over, my friend.
Rothe is tortured by this thought. A war he fought to win.
ROTHE
Then why chase this thing--?
GREABER STANDS ABRUPTLY, spitting his words at Rothe.
GREABER
Because this isn't a war now! It's
everything!
The Previtin kicking in. Rothe tries to understand. But sees

the same pain he feels in Graeber’s eyes. Mixed with madness.
BLACK WOLF (O.S.)

Standartenführer...?
WHITE BEARD and BLACK WOLF drag a beaten and bruised TOR
across the gravel on the forest road, over to the truck.
BLACK WOLF (CONT'D)

We found him in the forest.
GRAEBER
You asked him where it is?
BLACK WOLF
He only speaks Russian.
GRAEBER
Perhaps try using smaller words?
BLACK WOLF
We tried... no words.
Tor gives a defiant GRIN. His mouth is filled with BLOOD.
GRAEBER
Ne govori po-nemetski?
Tor spits blood onto Graeber's boots.
Graeber smiles at Tor's defiance. Nods to Rothe.
Rothe steps forwards and HITS TOR across the face.
Graeber gets his LEATHER MEDICINE BAG. Takes out a leather

zip-case. Inside are SURGICAL BLADES and SYRINGES. He takes
one particularly LARGE SYRINGE.
59.
GRAEBER (CONT'D)
Do you know what the Ahnenerbe is?
Tor is none-the-wiser. Graeber TAPS Tor's head with his

thumb, as though listening for sound it makes. Measuring it.
He speaks to Tor knowing he can’t really understand him.
GRAEBER (CONT'D)
It means... I know everything there
is to know about the human body.
Tor just stares him out.
GRAEBER (CONT'D)
You have an exquisite skull.
Graeber waits, smiling, expectantly. Tor grins back...
TOR
Ich spreche kein Deutsch.
GRAEBER
My colleague and I have come a very
long way because of our interest in
a specific human body. One that we
believe you might know about.
Graeber nods to Rothe, who PULLS TOR'S HEAD OVER onto its
side and holds it in place.
Graeber takes the SYRINGE and places the tip of the needle
inside his ear. Tor doesn't flinch.
Graeber pushes the needle into his ear.
TOR SHAKES IN AGONY.
GRAEBER (CONT'D)
Where is the Führer? Where is the
body?!
Through exquisite pain, TOR is confused.
ON BLACK WOLF - confused too, at the mention of “the Führer’.
TOR
Ich spreche kein--
Graeber puts the SYRINGE to his temple and PUSHES.
TOR SCREAMS IN AGONY.
GRAEBER
Where is it?!
60.
Graeber now puts the needle up to TOR'S EYE...
GRAEBER (CONT'D)
This won’t hurt as much. But it
will blind you. Permenantly--
STRIPE (O.S.)
Standartenführer!
STRIPE runs out of the forest. Comes and whispers something

to Black Wolf...
BLACK WOLF
They’ve found the others.
Graeber smiles at Tor. Saved by the bell.
55 INT. KITCHEN - FOREST HOUSE - DAY 55
MAKAR and ILYASOV are next to the stove in the kitchen.

Ilyasov almost asleep in the chair.
DAYLIGHT from outside creeps in through the shutters.
56 INT. BEDROOM - FOREST HOUSE - DAY 56
IOSIF and BRANA are in the upstairs front room. Brana looking
out a small gap in the shutters. Propping herself up with her
gun. Iosif almost asleep.
GAUNT enters. Brana stands to meet him. They whisper...
GAUNT
Miłosz thinks there's a horse and
cart in the village he can bargain
for. Your comrade, Ilyasov, wants
to go with him.
BRANA
No. No.
She offers Gaunt her rifle. Nods for him to take her place.
As Brana exits, Gaunt sits down with Iosif.
He notices the SKULL PENDANT around his neck. Points...
GAUNT
(German - untranslated)
Tod.
Iosif misinterprets the word ‘Death/Tod’ for ‘Tor’ and nods.

61.
IOSIF
He’s out there.
Gaunt is amused, suspecting the miscommunication. But then

his smile disappears as he notices something OUTSIDE...
Through the shutters, something approaches the house.
57 EXT. TREELINE - DAY 57
GRAEBER drags TOR out of the trees. Tor’s hands bound behind
him. ROTHE marshalling the WERWOLF to fan out and surround
the house. The two Germans being brazen enough to stand out
in the open. Only a nearby WOODPILE offering possible cover.
GRAEBER
Bolsheviks! We have your comrade!
Give us the body and he can live!
58 INT. BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS 58
Everyone has congregated upstairs, looking through the open

sliver of the shutters. BRANA and MAKAR with rifles ready.
ILYASOV, IOSIF and GAUNT stood behind.
BRANA
Shit.
BRANA grits her teeth. She can't do anything.
GAUNT
You good with that thing?
He nods to Brana’s rifle. But she weighs up the scene.
SCOPE POV: ROTHE and GRAEBER holding TOR.
TIGHT ON BRANA -
MAKAR (O.S.)
You make that shot?
BRANA
Either of us miss, and he’s dead.
ILYASOV (O.S.)
We should give it up-- the body.
Brana whips around to scowl at Ilyasov.

62.
ILYASOV (CONT'D)
They're going to kill him anyway.
May as well save the rest of us.
BRANA
Get back downstairs. Make sure no
one gets in... Now.
ILYASOV
Give me my gun.
Brana thinks. She nods to Makar. Okay.
BRANA
(To Iosif and Gaunt)
You two go with him. Secure those
windows and entrances.
Makar exchanges a look with her. Are you sure?
BRANA (CONT'D)
They'll kill us if they get their
hands on it.
MAKAR
Let's hope they don't figure out
where it is then.
BRANA SCOPE POV: First at the WOODSHED - where the body is

stash. Then WHIP-PANS over to TOR and GRAEBER.
BRANA
(sotto voce)
C'mon, Tor. Give me something.
59 INT. FOREST HOUSE - DOWNSTAIRS - SAME TIME 59
IOSIF and ILYASOV make sure the DOWNSTAIRS is secure -

locking the shutters...
INTO BACK ROOM -
Iosif locks the door but glimpses through the window SHUTTERS
- BLACK WOLF RUSHING TOWARDS THE HOUSE.
He locks the shutters and backs away, holding his rifle up.
IOSIF
Uh, there's a wolf at the door!
MIŁOSZ ENTERS with a hunting SHOTGUN and hands it to GAUNT.

He then ushers LUDMIŁA to a central PANTRY ROOM to hide.
63.
60 EXT. TREELINE - CONTINUOUS 60
GRAEBER - strategically positioned BEHIND TOR - leans in,

over his shoulder and whispers...
GRAEBER
They don't seem to care.
GRAEBER PULLS A KNIFE AND SLAMS IT INTO TOR'S BACK.
QUICK CUT TO BEDROOM -
BRANA and MAKAR are shocked.
BACK TO TREELINE -
TOR growls - the knife stuck in the back of his shoulder.
GRAEBER steps back. Looks to the house. Well?
He looks down at Tor to see him SMILING. This angers Graeber.

He leans down to Tor to hiss in his face...
GRAEBER (CONT'D)
I keep putting holes in you until
you lose that smile.
Tor gives and even BIGGER SMILE. I doubt it.
SUDDENLY, HE LUNGES FORWARD - HEADBUTTING GRAEBER
Graeber reels back.
ZZZZIP! A BULLET RIPS THROUGH GRAEBER'S NECK.
Graeber goes down.
THE WERWOLF INSTANTLY OPEN FIRE ON THE HOUSE.
TOR USES THE DISTRACTION TO MAKE A RUN FOR IT.
ROTHE
GET DOWN!
Rothe grabs hold of Graeber and dives him down to the cover
of the WOODPILE.
BRANA and MAKAR dive to the ground as GLASS SHATTERS and

bullets hit the outside wall - SMASH - TAK TIK TAK TAK
QUICK CUT TO KITCHEN -

64.
IOSIF and GAUNT duck as BULLETS HIT the wooden shutters.
BACK TO TREELINE -
ROTHE pulls Graeber over to look at him. He's clutching his

neck, sheet white BUT STILL ALIVE.
ROTHE (CONT'D)
Let me look.
Rothe pulls Graeber's hand away. The bullet has sliced a gash
in his neck but it's not nicked an artery.
GRAEBER
Stop shooting! You'll hit it!
ROTHE
(to the Werwolf)
HALT!
The gunfire slowly tapers off. Rothe tries to help Graeber

but he shirks it.
Graeber is now FURIOUS with anger, scrabbles to his feet,

holding his neck.
Rothe wraps his SCARF around Graeber's neck.
GRAEBER
Order those wolves to get into that
house NOW!
BRANA and MAKAR look up from cover, dusting off the shattered
glass and splinters of wood.
BRANA
Get downstairs. Make sure they
barricade those doors.
62 INT. DOWNSTAIRS - CONTINUOUS 62
MAKAR rushes in. Doesn't waste a moment in capsizing a

cupboard to barricade the BACK DOOR.
MAKAR
(hushed shout)
Anyone hurt?
IOSIF and GAUNT look up from cover.

65.
IOSIF
I'm okay.
GAUNT
Alles gut.
63 INTO THE KITCHEN - 63
MAKAR upturns the table to use it as a barricade, the EMPTY

CRATE on it CRASHING to the floor.
MAKAR
(dawning realization)
Where's Vadim? Where's Ilyasov?
64 EXT. FOREST - SAME TIME - DAY 64
TOR has made it to the safety of the trees.
He scoops his bound hands under his legs and PAINFULLY

reaches up to YANK THE KNIFE OUT OF HIS BACK. Blood spurting.
As the fog of pain clears, he looks towards the house. Sees

something inexplicable. What the hell?
65 INT. BEDROOM - MOMENTS LATER - DAY 65
BRANA turns to see MAKAR rush into the room.
BRANA
What? What is it?
Pregnant pause.
JUMP CUT TO:
RIFLE SCOPE POV: ILYASOV, with arms aloft, is being escorted

by BLACK WOLF towards Graeber and Rothe.
BRANA (O.S.) (CONT'D)

What the hell is he doing?
BRANA looks up from the scope.
BRANA (CONT'D)
(sotto voce)
I knew I should have killed that
fucker when I had the chance.
66.
66 EXT. WOODPILE - CONTINUOUS - DAY 66
BLACK WOLF throws ILYASOV to the feet of GRAEBER and ROTHE,

as they hide behind the cover of the WOODPILE.
QUICK CUT TO -
SCOPE POV: The woodpile obscures BRANA's clear shot.
BACK TO WOODPILE -
BLACK WOLF
(Russian - 'Speak')
Govorit.
Graeber looks to Black Wolf. What is this?
BLACK WOLF (CONT'D)

He wants an exchange. His life for
information.
GRAEBER
And what information would be worth
his life?
Ilyasov pauses, weighing up his betrayal of the others.
67 EXT. FOREST - MOMENTS LATER - DAY 67
TOR silently sneaks up on an OLD WERWOLF, crouched behind a

tree, aiming an MP40 machine gun on the house.
Tor GRABS HIM from behind and instantly SNAPS HIS NECK.
Tor takes the gun. Looks inside the bag to see: A SINGLE
POTATO-MASHER grenade.
68 EXT. WOODSHED - MOMENTS LATER - DAY 68
A MASKED WERWOLF runs towards the WOODSHED.
BANG! A sniper shot hits him in the back. He goes down.
FAST PULL BACK TO:
69 EXT. WOODPILE - MOMENTS LATER 69
GRAEBER and ROTHE watching this play out.
ROTHE
It could be a coincidence.
67.
GRAEBER
No. They shot him because he went
for the shed. It's in there.
(prodding Black Wolf)
Fall back. Circle round to it. I
want confirmation it's there.
BLACK WOLF ducks and runs. Not directly towards the SHED but
zig-zagging for the cover of the trees.
70 INT. BEDROOM - SAME TIME 70
ON BRANA, looking up from her SCOPE.
MAKAR (O.S.)
They know it's there.
BRANA
(looking back)
We need to move out.
MAKAR looks apprehensive of this.
71 EXT. WOODPILE - CONTINUOUS 71
GRAEBER and ROTHE are ducked down. Rothe holding onto a guilt-
ridden ILYASOV by the scruff of the neck.
GRAEBER
(to Rothe)
I'll get it on the truck. You meet
at the church. Wait for my
signal... then finish it.
(off Rothe's look)
Burn them.
72 EXT. NEARBY TREE - CONTINUOUS 72
TOR is crouched, hiding, LISTENING IN ON GRAEBER.
He has an ANIMAL FUR across his shoulders - stolen from a

Werwolf to disguise himself.
He peers out, seeing GRAEBER slap ILYASOV'S shoulder and

thank him for the information. This is all Tor needs to know
that Ilyasov has betrayed them.
GRAEBER ducks and starts to move back from the WOODPILE.

68.
GRAEBER
(to Rothe; in B.G.)
In der Kirche! Der Kirche!
ILYASOV looks to ROTHE. We had a deal.

But Rothe looks down at Ilyasov, despising his cowardice.
THWUPTHWUPTHWUP! A PROPELLER SOUND from above.
Rothe looks up to see a potato-masher GRENADE spinning

through the air.
THUD. It hits the ground, just in front of Ilyasov.
ROTHE SHOVES ILYASOV ONTO THE GRENADE
WHOOOOOM!!
THE EARTH EXPLODES, tearing up the mud, sending WOOD FLYING

and PAINTING THE AIR RED with Ilyasov's blood.
MAKAR
Woah.
BACK TO TREELINE -
As the dust settles, GRAEBER looks up to see...
TOR OPEN FIRE ON THEM FROM THE TREES
GRAEBER QUICKLY RUNS TO THE WOODSHED
TIKATIKTAK! The bullets hitting the shed. SPLINTERS FLYING.
TOR -
He’s out of ammo. Checks the magazine. EMPTY. He’s got

nothing else.
GRAEBER -
Looks to BLACK WOLF on the FAR SIDE OF THE WOODSHED.
GRAEBER
Do something!
BLACK WOLF -
Breaks cover and starts shooting at TOR.

69.
TOR -
RUNS as the bullets rip through the trees.
ROTHE lifts his head from cover. He's covered in wood and
dirt. A few SHRAPNEL WOUNDS across his back.
He sees ILYASOV on the ground - what's left of him. Only his

top-half only remains.
ROTHE gets to his feet and SCREAMS at the Werwolf...
ROTHE
FIRE! FIRE ON THE HOUSE!
The CRACKLE OF GUNFIRE starts sporadically, then grows.
TOR -
RUSHING ACROSS OPEN GROUND, trying to outrun the bullets.
He's picked up a sturdy LOG and SMASHES IT ACROSS THE FACE OF

A WERWOLF in his way - WHACK!
BULLETS HIT THE SHUTTERS. A few ZZZIP through the window to

hit the back wall.
BRANA and MAKAR keep low.
BRANA
Get downstairs!
76 INT. STAIRWELL - CONTINUOUS 76
MAKAR TUMBLES down the STAIRWELL as he tries to keep low.
The sound of TAKTAKTAK as the bullets hits the shutters.
77 INT. FOREST HOUSE - PANTRY/DOWNSTAIRS 77
Bullets rip through the walls of the PANTRY ROOM where MIŁOSZ
and LUDMIŁA are hiding.
Grain, flour and GLASS JARS SMASH, showering onto the couple
and LUDMIŁA SCREAMS.
70.
78 INT. FOREST HOUSE - FRONT ROOM/DOWNSTAIRS - CONTINUOUS 78
GAUNT - pinned down, below the windows - hears LUDMIŁA'S

SCREAM and panics.
GAUNT
LUDMIŁA! MIŁOSZ!
He RUNS LOW AND FAST across the room.
BULLETS ZIP THROUGH, smashing plates and furniture.
MAKAR RUSHES IN to see IOSIF inactive. He grabs IOSIF and

SHOOTS through a gap in the shutters.
MAKAR
Come on! Get up and fire ba--
WHIPP! A bullet rips through Makar and SPINS HIM around.
Iosif catches Makar as he falls, doubling over.
79 INT. FOREST HOUSE - PANTRY/DOWNSTAIRS - CONTINUOUS 79
GAUNT rushes into the CENTRAL ROOM and crouches to cover

MIŁOSZ and LUDMIŁA as they cower on the floor.
IOSIF drags MAKAR into the kitchen - blood soaking through

the front of his tunic.
Iosif props him against the wall and tries to put pressure on
the wound. But Makar pulls his hand out of his tunic - filled
with blood. It’s bad.
SUDDENLY, the GUNFIRE OUTSIDE STOPS.
Silence.
THUD! THUD! THUD! The sound of THUMPING the back door.
IOSIF freezes.
TOR (O.S.)
It's me! Open up.
Iosif rushes to clear the BACK DOOR of it's barricade.
He pulls the DOOR OPEN, just as...
BRANA ENTERS from upstairs...

71.
BRANA
Wait, Iosif--
In a lightning speed succession:
- TOR BARRELS THROUGH THE DOOR
- IOSIF goes to shut it
- BRANA sees STRIPE outside, throwing a MOLOTOV COCKTAIL
- THE MOLOTOV HITS THE BACK OF TORS HEAD
- TOR FALLS TO THE FLOOR and...
The bottle doesn't break. It just rests on Tor's back as he

lays there, frozen.
He lets out a tiny breath of relief.
MAKAR
(faith)
Lucky sonova--
BRANA OPENS FIRE ON STRIPE - BAM! BAM! BAM!
STRIPE IS HIT. Falls back to the ground, dead.
Brana BARGES INTO THE DOOR - SLAMMING IT CLOSED.
CLUNK. Tor lets the bottle drop down into his hand. CLASPS
the flame to extinguish it, just as...
SMASH! The sound of another MOLOTOV hitting outside.
BRANA
They're trying to burn us out.
We need to move fast.
TOR
They're risking burning the body?
Tor looks around to blank faces. What?
BRANA
It's not in the house.
Tor is confused. Brana simply looks towards the woodshed.
TOR
Shit, I think they know where it
is.
72.
BRANA
That's why we have to go now.
TOR
Okay.
81 INT. FOREST HOUSE - PANTRY/DOWNSTAIRS - CONTINUOUS 81
GAUNT hears the shooting stop. Grabs MIŁOSZ and LUDMIŁA.
GAUNT
Come on.
BRANA readies her rifle and gets to the DOOR.
TOR looks around for a weapon. Sees MAKAR IS DEAD and IOSIF
still has hold of Makar's hand.
Tor nods to Iosif. Let go now. Get ready.
As delicately as possible, Tor takes Makar's rifle.
BRANA
On me?
Tor nods.
Iosif stands with them. Rifle to the ready.
BRANA (CONT'D)
Three...
TOR
Head for the cover of the treeline.
BRANA
Two...
COCKING of the rifles.
One.
BRANA BOOTS OPEN THE DOOR BOLTS OUTSIDE...
83 EXT. HOUSE - CONTINUOUS 83
BRANA AND TOR CHARGE OUT OF THE DOOR. Followed quickly by

IOSIF, pulling their rifles up to aim at...
73.
Nothing.
They all look around. There's no one there.
Stripe’s body lays dead in the grass and the BACK DOOR IS ON
FIRE from a Molotov cocktail, but there’s no one else...
The Werwolf have gone.
Brana scans the trees through the heat distortion of the

flames, suddenly realizing...
The woodshed.
SHE SPRINTS TOWARDS THE SHED.
TOR
Brana, wait!
84 INT. WOODSHED - CONTINUOUS - DAY 84
BRANA bounds into the shed, looking down to see the hatch to
CRAWLSPACE is open...
It's empty.
She kicks herself. But then she hears...
A RUMBLING in the distance... A SPLUTTERING SOUND.
Brana instantly recognizes the sound of the ZIS truck.
85 EXT. NEAR HOUSE - CONTINUOUS 85
BRANA SPRINTS TOWARDS TREES, TOWARDS THE SOUND.
TOR (O.S.)
Brana, WAIT!
TOR is chasing after Brana.
BRANA
The truck! They're getting away!
IN THE BACKROUND -
GAUNT helps the couple out of the SMOKING house.
86 EXT. FOREST - CONTINUOUS 86
TOR finally catches up to BRANA and GRABS HOLD OF HER.

74.
TOR
WAIT!
BRANA
LET GO OF ME! LET GO OF ME!
TOR
STOP!
She SCREAMS and SHOVES TOR. They grapple and fight.
TOR (CONT'D)
IT'S OVER! IT’S OVER!!
BRANA
IT'S NOT OVER FOR ME!!
Shoving Tor to the ground, she lets out a SCREAM from the
depths of her anger. And Tor see the fire in her. A burning
obsession not to lose this.
Brana RUNS ON. And Tor lets her go.
87 EXT. NEARBY FOREST GROUND - CONTINUOUS 87
BRANA RUNS... with every ounce of energy she has... she runs
and runs, towards the sound of the SPLUTTERING TRUCK.
She makes it to the FOREST TRACK just to glimpse the Russian

ZIS truck up ahead.
Too late - they're already driving off, with the body stowed
on the flatbed. Rothe sitting next to it.
Brana realises she can't catch them...
Quickly falls to one knee...
aims her rifle...
FIRES OFF THREE SHOTS -
BANG! - One hits the back of the truck.
BANG! - One narrowly misses Rothe.
BANG! - The third PIERCES A BACK TYRE.
The trunk swerves in the road with the bursting of the back
wheel but carries on at similar speed.
Rothe, surprised at her tenacity, aims his sidearm.

75.
BANG! BANG! BANG! Three returned shots fired by Rothe.
BRANA doesn't flinch as the bullets tearing up the ground

beside her.
She aims again. But she's too far away now.
BRANA
FUCK!!
88 EXT. FOREST TRACK - LATER - DAY 88
The light is dying as BRANA walks along the track, exhausted.

The truck is long gone but she's still not given up. They
might have had to stop for the tyre.
In the FADING LIGHT, Brana sees something up ahead -

something crouched next to the road.
She instantly drops down and AIMS HER RIFLE.
But the figure in the grass doesn't move.
MOMENTS LATER -
Brana is looking down at the body of JUSTYNA.
Nearby, the body of BLACK BOAR lays face down in blood.
Brana slumps next to the body and stares at the girls face.
FLASH INSERT OF -
IN THE BUNKER - The body of the dead girl from Brana’s dream.
PRESENT -
TOR (O.S.)
Brana!
Down the track, TOR, IOSIF and GAUNT come running, carrying
weapons they've stripped from the dead.
IOSIF
Brana. You're okay.
BRANA
No.
Gaunt arrives, out of breath, glad to see Brana okay.
As TOR APPROACHES, he looks beyond Brana... sees Justyna.

76.
BRANA (CONT'D)
It's over.
IOSIF
No. Tor overheard them. He knows
where they're headed.
Brana looks to Tor. Is this true?

But Tor is transfixed on the body of Justyna.
TOR
They're at the church.
BRANA
What church?
She looks to Gaunt.
89 EXT. CHURCH EAST OF KWIEJCE - DAY 89
The small, wooden church, out on it's own on the very far
side of the village. The ZIS SOVIET TRUCK parked outside.
90 INT. CHURCH 90
FOUR remaining Werwolf (WHITE BEARD, RED SCARF, YOUNG WERWOLF

and BLACK WOLF) look to be TRASHING the church - overturning
pews and the table in the SANCTUARY of the knave. But we
quickly realize they are CLEARING IT for...
WHITE BEARD DRAGS THE TABLE over to the middle of the room,
as GRAEBER unpacks a 16MM CAMERA and tripod. He's setting it
up to look over the table.
ROTHE helps the other Werwolf MOVE THE BODY over to the table
and gently put it down.
Everyone has their job to do but BLACK WOLF seems curious to

what-- or WHO the body is.
Rothe paces, noticing the cross on the wall and a TRAPDOOR IN

THE FLOORBOARDS but his attention is pulled to Graeber.
ROTHE
We should leave. Do this elsewhere.
He puts down his MP34 rifle on top of A LEATHER MEDICINE BAG

full of equipment - EMBALMING FLUID and AMMUNITION.
GRAEBER
We won't get far with a body in
tow. And it's degrading fast.
(MORE)
77.
GRAEBER (CONT'D)
We must do this now, quickly.
Record evidence that this is not
the
Führer. That he's not dead. At
least not this way.
The mention of 'The Führer' again snags Black Wolf's

attention. Rothe's too--
ROTHE
But it is him.
GRAEBER
(ref. his camera)
Spectacle is what people crave. You
give them that and they'll believe
whatever you tell them.
Graeber then goes to his bag. Takes out a LARGE SYRINGE. He

then uncovers the neck and head.
BLACK WOLF stares at the body. It's the first time seeing it,
realizing what it is. He seems disappointed when noticing the
bullet hole in the temple.
Graeber sinks the needle into the neck of the corpse.
GRAEBER (CONT'D)
We mustn't let the idea of what he
was-- what we all fought for, die
with the rest of us.
Rothe is shocked by the mention of them dying.
Black Wolf too. He looks to Greaber in dismay and disgust.

He backs away, towards the door.
ROTHE
Are we to die as well?
Greaber SPINS AROUND-- syringe still in hand-- and GRABS

ROTHE, sick of his interruptions, sick of the questions.
GREABER
YES! Because that is what sets us
apart! Every ounce! Every drop of
blood used up... because anything
less than total sacrifice is to
lose. To let them win.
Rothe looks down at this angry man, not knowing who he is

anymore... who any of them are.
Greaber quietly goes back to the body.

78.
Black Wolf has heard enough. He silently slips out the front
doors, closing them behind him.
Graeber plunges the syringe, filling it with viscera - dead

blood and cells from the body.
GRAEBER
(sotto voce)
Death is nothing... if there is
also resurrection.
He looks at the syringe filled with blood.
91 EXT. FOREST NEAR KWIEJCE VILLAGE - LATE DAY 91
BRANA has found a new glimmer of hope, only to find TOR now
slumped to his knees with Justyna.
GAUNT sees the body now too.
GAUNT
I know this girl.
Tor looks to him with glassy eyes. Expecting him to shout at

him, blame him. But of course, Gaunt doesn't know.
GAUNT (CONT'D)
Another innocent life.
Without knowing it, Gaunt is damning Tor.
BRANA
That's why we have to get it back.
TOR
So we can die as well?
BRANA
So he doesn't win.
TOR
(confused)
Who? He's dead, Brana.
BRANA
(shaking head)
You've seen what I've seen. He
murdered millions. Not in battle
but in cold blood. He murdered
innocent--
(breaking)
(MORE)
79.
BRANA (CONT'D)
He would sacrifice every man, woman
and child-- an entire nation-- bled
to death... for power. For winning.
Men like that don't die. They
fester in the ground, infecting
everything.
(off Tor's look)
I want them to see him before he's
buried. I want to bleach every bone
in the sun. So that they will
know... that he was just a man.
A coward of a man.
Tor puts out his hand for Brana to help him up.
TOR
I guess I'd be a coward too, not to
help you.
BRANA
You'd still be a good man.
Tor shakes his head. He knows this not to be true.
TOR
No one ever excused me of that
before.
BRANA
Well... I am.
She looks to Iosif and Gaunt, excusing them of the same.
Tor nods. Okay then.
TOR
You got a plan?
Iosif steps forward, afraid to speak. He holds up the cloth

SATCHEL from BLACK BOAR.
IOSIF
(timidly)
I might.
92 INT. CHURCH 92
GRAEBER is leaning over the cadaver - the chest cut open.
Graeber plays up to the 16mm camera, now filming. A surgical

mask on his face, obscuring his identity.
80.
WHITE BEARD, RED SCARF, YOUNG WERWOLF and ROTHE are all
positioned behind the camera, keeping guard.
Rothe notices they're short one Werwolf.
GRAEBER
This is quite clearly not the body
of The Führer. Both the teeth and
the organs show that this man was
different in age--
CRASH! A WINDOW BREAKS.
A bundle of smoking TWIGS and LICHEN rolls into the room.
ROTHE
Gas! Gas! Gas!
SMASH! Another bounces across the floor.
SMASH! And another, dispensing plumes of thick white smoke

across the hall of the church.
THE WERWOLF SOLDIERS SCRAMBLE.
ROTHE (CONT'D)
Time to leave!
GRAEBER
The skull! I need the skull! It's
everything. I must have it!
ROTHE GRABS GRAEBER. Drags him to cover.
BANG! BASH! Someone is smashing through the front doors.
ROTHE
Shoot! Shoot!
Rothe screams at the Werwolf. They start SHOOTING AT THE

FRONT DOOR. But the thick smoke obscurs their aim.
Rothe drags Graeber into the church Sanctuary area...
FLIPS THE TABLE WITH THE BODY ON - sending it crashing to the

floor. Graeber wincing at this.
THUMP! THUMP! Someone BASHING on the outside of the doors.
THUMP! THUMP! CRASH!
THE FRONT DOORS BREAK AND FLY OPEN.
Through the smoke, the WERWOLF see...

81.
There's nothing there. No one behind the doors.
Silence.
Confusion on the faces of the Werwolf.
CRACK! CRACK! Two gunshots ring out.
Someone is SHOOTING from a crouched position outside the

FRONT DOORS.
The Werwolf PANIC FIRE through the thick fog. Aiming at

anything. Hitting nothing. Falling back to cover.
Graeber is confused. ROTHE forcibly puts his mask on him.
ROTHE (CONT'D)
They're coming for the body.
Rothe pulls out his SIDEARM (A LUGER). Aims it at the DOORS.

But without a mask himself, he starts to inhale the smoke.
COUGHING. SPLUTTERING. Feeling woozy.
**THE SCENE TURNS TO SLO-MO - SOUND LOW AND MUFFLED**
A FUR-CLAD CREATURE charges through the open doors.
Through the smoke we see a BLACK BOAR'S HEAD.
ROTHE POV: The boar-head is a SNARLING, GRUNTING at Rothe.
Warm BREATH billowing from its nostrils.
Rothe is shocked by the sight. But quickly realises it's the

effect of the HALLUCINOGENIC smoke.
The BOAR raises a RIFLE...
SLOW, LOW GUNFIRE creeps in... SUDDENLY GETS LOUD AND CLOSE.
**SOUND and SPEED return to normal as...
TOR shows his face under the BOAR HEAD and...
SHOOTS ROTHE.
Rothe FLIES BACK and falls the floor...
He doesn't get back up.
Brana appears from the smoke - scarf across her face.
She turns her sights on YOUNG WERWOLF - SHOOTS. KILLS HIM.

82.
93 EXT. CHURCH - DAY 93
OUTSIDE, in the DOORWAY to the church, GAUNT crouches down in

covering position with a RIFLE.
PANG! The cartridge pops out with the last of his ammo.
He reaches into a SATCHEL over his shoulder. Finds the

MOLOTOV that Tor took.
As Gaunt takes it out, he doesn't notice...
BLACK WOLF slowly approaching from behind.
Black Wolf creeps up on Gaunt... WHIPS a garroting wire

around his neck and SNAPS it tight around his throat.
Gaunt drops his rifle and un-lit Molotov as he chokes.
94 INT. CHURCH 94
IOSIF and BRANA have taken covered position on the inside

left of the doors, behind some overturned pews and try to
PIN-DOWN WHITE BEARD and RED SCARF on the other end.
WHITE BEARD pops up from cover and aims at Brana.
IOSIF
Brana!
BRANA sees him - quickly aims - SHOOTS.
The bullet catches WHITE BEARD in the stomach.
GRAEBER - crawls across the floor, trying to hide.
The church is still filled with haze.
ROTHE - sits up. Still alive. Tor's bullet passing clean

through his shoulder. The adrenaline gives him momentary
clarity from the hallucinations.
He sees IOSIF through the smoke. Aims his Luger...
BLAMM! - SHOOTS Iosif in the gut.
IOSIF - goes down. BRANA trying to help him.
BAM! - BRANA IS SHOT IN THE LEG - clean through the thigh.
She falls to cover and FIRES BACK
RED SCARF - bleeding out and pinned down.

83.
TOR - sees Rothe rise up and DIVES TO TACKLE HIM. Sends Rothe
flying back - his gun sliding across the floor.
Tor starts HITTING Rothe. And hitting. Pinning him.
In the struggle, the BOAR HEAD falls to the floor.
95 EXT. CHURCH 95
BLACK WOLF dumps Gaunt's lifeless body to the floor.
As he does, he looks through Church doors - at the carnage

and chaos, YELLING, SCREAMING.
He looks to GRAEBER, cowering behind his table. Sees the BODY

on the floor. Disenchantment fills Black Wolf. He backs up...
HE SHUTS THE DOORS.
96 INT. CHURCH 96
BRANA suddenly notices the doors closing.
BRANA
No, no, no, wait!
She manages to hop to her feet and rushes the door...
But it's too late. They SLAM SHUT and she can't wrench them
open again. She BANGS ON THEM.
A BULLET PINGS INTO THE WALL NEXT TO HER and she drops back
down to cover...
They're trapped inside.
GRAEBER - Hides behind the up-turned operating table, down

the far end of the church. He fires his LUGER across the
church but is a terrible shot...
ROTHE & TOR - struggle as a STRAY BULLET from Graeber hits

the floor behind TOR. It's no help to Rothe, still pinned.
GRAEBER - RUNS OUT OF AMMO.
Then sees the corpse, wrapped in the bloody sheet, about six
feet away. He BREAKS COVER to rescue it. BULLETS ZIP by him.
BRANA - FIRES ON Graeber. But quickly RUNS OUT OF AMMO and

ducks down as...
RED SCARF - fires on her.

84.
IOSIF - gives Brana his rifle. He's fading fast and in no

state to sit up from cover and fight.
WHITE BEARD - gets back up. He's still alive.
BRANA - uses Iosif's rifle to shoot at...
RED SCARF - GETS SHOT IN THE SHOULDER.
GRAEBER - now having pulled the body to shelter looks for

something to help Rothe. He sees the 16mm CAMERA. No help.
He sees his MEDICINE BAG. Aha.
Inside are AMMO CARTRIDGES for the MP34. But where's the
actual machine gun?
Graeber sees it on the floor - past Tor and Rothe fighting.

Too far to reach. But he sees something else inside the bag -
JARS OF EMBALMING FLUID.
ROTHE & TOR - fighting, hitting each other with BONE-

CRUNCHING PUNCHES. Rothe's forearm braced over Tor's neck.
TOR manages to pull his knife but ROTHE GRABS IT -
STABS INTO TOR’S SIDE.
Rothe uses Tor’s flinch to FLIPS HIM - Rolling him to get the
upper hand - Rothe now ON TOP - HITTING TOR. Pinning him.
Rothe grabs Tor’s throat and starts THROTTLING HIM.
Tor desperately reaches for Rothe's LUGER - only inches away

from his grasp on the floor... next to the Boar head.
If he could just reach it...
97 EXT. CHURCH 97
BLACK WOLF has wedged Gaunt's rifle through the handles of

the doors, barricading the door so nobody can escape.
Ignoring the SCREAMS inside, he picks up the MOLOTOV from the

ground. He waits. Thinks. No.
He turns away from the church into...
BAMM! MIŁOSZ FIRES BOTH BARRELS OF THE SHOTGUN AT BLACK WOLF.
The buckshot SMASHES THE MOLOTOV AND IGNITES THE COCKTAIL.
FIRE RAINS OVER BLACK WOLF as he FLIES INTO THE CHURCH DOORS.
85.
MIŁOSZ holds the SHOTGUN, trembling.
BLACK WOLF whimpers as he burns against the doors.
MIŁOSZ rushes to GAUNT'S BODY. He grabs the bleeding wound on

Gaunt's neck to realize...
Gaunt is still alive.
98 INT. CHURCH 98
BRANA sees White Beard - on the other side of the church -

shaking with pain, trying to aim at her.
RED SCARF - cowering next to him. Bleeding from the shoulder.

Desperately trying to reload with one arm.
CHURCH DOORS - are now glowing with the fire burning on the
outside of them.
ROTHE - doubles his efforts in throttling TOR, squeezing the

life out of him. Tor reaching for the Luger.
SMASH! A GLASS JAR OF FLUID SMASHES OVER TOR AND ROTHE.
SMASH! ANOTHER HITS NEXT TO THEM.
Rothe looks up in DISMAY, covered in the FLAMMABLE LIQUID,

seeing GRAEBER has thrown them.
GRAEBER - looks over. Sorry.
In this split-second of Rothe's distraction...
TOR GRABS THE BOAR HEAD--
JAMS THE TOOTH INTO ROTHE'S NECK.
ROTHE clutches his neck. SPURTING BLOOD from an artery.
TOR quickly reaches for THE LUGER -- GRABS IT - shoves it

under his chin.
BAM! BAM! BAM! SHOOTS ROTHE THROUGH THE HEAD.
Rothe's lifeless body slumps onto Tor.
TOR then strains to turn... aims elsewhere...
BAM! BAM! BAM! FIRES THE LUGER AT WHITE BEARD - but misses.
WHITE BEARD ducks down, avoiding the shots, grinning.

86.
CRACK! WHITE BEARD is hit in the neck by a BULLET from

BRANA's rifle.
TOR watches White Beard drop, bleeding out, dying fast.
BRANA nods to Tor. Eyes up. Graeber.
TOR does nods the same. Watch him Red Scarf.
99 EXT. CHURCH - DUSK 99
As the sun goes down, MIŁOSZ tries to bandage GAUNT'S neck

with a hankerchief but Gaunt points to the church doors and
breathlessly mimes.
Help them.
Miłosz goes over to the doors but they are ABLAZE WITH FIRE.
100 INT. CHURCH 100
TOR manages to stand -- knife still in his side -- looking to

the far corner...
GRAEBER cowering behind his table.
TOR
It's over, little man.
Tor raises the LUGER towards the glimpse of Graeber's head,

bobbing over the top of the table.
GRAEBER SUDDENLY JUMPS UP WITH THE MP34-- FIRES IT AT TOR--

SPRAYING BULLETS AT HIM IN MANIACAL GRIMMACE.
TOR is hit twice in the chest. Flies back to the floor.
Graeber is giddy, breathless with adrenaline.
He steps closer to Tor's body, seeing he is dead, and surveys

the scene:
- BRANA and IOSIF both wounded in the corner.
- FRONT DOORS are GLOWING WITH FIRE - no exit for them.
- RED SCARF cowering behind his barricade.
GRAEBER
(to Red Scarf)
SCHIEßEN! SCHWEINE!
87.
BRANA watches Graeber approach. She's wounded. Out of ammo.

Out of options.
Iosif is sheet white. Close to death. I guess this is it.
Iosif holds out his hand for Brana to take - as he did for
Makar. She holds it with both hands. It's okay.
CRASHING SOUND! A BROKEN PANE OF GLASS - Someone is breaking

the shutters open on the WINDOW next to them...
LUDMIŁA (O.S.)
Hello? Are you in there?!
In split-second speed: IOSIF suddenly realizes...
He grabs Brana's hands in a tight knot...
He finds his foot beneath him... Raising to kneeling...
IOSIF
I'm sorry.
Brana suddenly realizes but it's too late...
Iosif musters every ounce of strength and PULLS BRANA UP in

one straight SWING--
LAUNCHING HER THROUGH THE WINDOW.
101 EXT. SIDE OF CHURCH - DUSK 101
Brana CRASHES through the window in a hail of glass - landing

HARD on her head, onto the muddy ground.
A bad fall that KNOCKS HER OUT.
102 INT. CHURCH - CONTINUOUS 102
GRAEBER is too late to catch Brana but SHOOTS IOSIF IN THE

BACK - expending the end of his ammo clip. CLICK.
Iosif - blasted into the window frame - slumps down beneath

the window, dead.
CRASH! - A TRAPDOOR SLAMS SHUT.
Graeber spins around. Suddenly realizing... the body! It's

gone. And Tor is gone too.
GRAEBER
NOOO!!
88.
Graeber rushes over to the SANCTUARY - A trail of BLOOD

smeared over to the outline of the TRAPDOOR.
He SLIDES onto the ground, over it. Looking down through the
gaps in the floorboards, to see...
103 INT. UNDER FLOORBOARDS 103
TOR -- barely alive from his wounds -- has dragged himself

and the BODY into a small, dug-out CRAWLSPACE under the
floorboards. He has the CAMERA CARTRIDGE too.
He can see Graeber wrenching on the handles of the trapdoor

through the floorboards, SCREAMING in rage.
TOR
(spitting up blood)
I'm sorry Brana.
ABOVE -
GRAEBER
OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE DOOR!!
The ORANGE GLOW OF FIRE through the wooden walls has spread
to span an entire wall. SMOKE once again refilling the room
with thick haze.
GRAEBER (CONT'D)
(shouting to Red Scarf)
HELP ME! COME AND HELP ME NOW!!
But over on the other side of the church, RED SCARF is now
only interested in selfish self-preservation, trying to get
through the window Brana went through, but struggling to push
open the shutters.
104 EXT. SIDE OF CHURCH - DUSK 104
OUTSIDE, LUDMIŁA is blocking the shutters again.
She can hear the sound of Red Scarf YELLING in German but
walks away to instead help MIŁOSZ, who is carrying an
unconscious BRANA away from the church.
105 INT. CHURCH - CONTINUOUS 105
GRAEBER pulls on the lock but it still won't open.

89.
GRAEBER
Give it to me and I will let you
live. GIVE IT TO ME!!
DOWN BELOW -
TOR can feel himself slipping away. He snaps out of it and

RIPS OPEN THE CAMERA - exposing the film.
GRAEBER SCREAMS on seeing this through the floorboards
GRAEBER (O.S.) (CONT'D)

NNNNOOOOOO!
ABOVE -
GRAEBER SCREAMS IN PSYCHOTIC ANGER - SLAMMING HIS FISTS ON

THE TRAPDOOR. The blood vessels in his neck fit to burst.
Pure feral rage.
GRAEBER (CONT'D)
NO. NO. NO. NO. NOOOOO. NOOOO.
The ORANGE HAZE of thick SMOKE envelopes Graeber.
Until he disappears in it.
106 EXT. CHURCH - NIGHT - SUNDOWN 106
BRANA, barely conscious, held up in MIŁOSZ'S arms...

watches as the CHURCH BURNS.
ANNA (V.O.)
Strange to think...
The church is entirely in flames now.
107 INT. BEDROOM - ANNA'S HOUSE - 1991 - NIGHT 107
The silhouette of ANNA hunched over, sitting on the bed.
ANNA
At that same time, Keitel was
signing the German surrender.
Anna hums in amusement of this little detail.
108 INT. BEDROOM - FOREST HOUSE - 1945 - DAY 108
BRANA is in a bed, being nursed by LUDMIŁA. Her leg raised

and bandaged where she'd been shot.
90.
ANNA (V.O.)(CONT'D)
No one came looking for us...
109 EXT. CHURCH REMAINS - DAY 109
BRANA stands amongst the burnt remains of the church. Crutch

under her arm. Kicking through the ash and debris.
ANNA (V.O.)(CONT'D)
Presuming we were all dead. Or just
hoping that we were...
Brana knocks something under her foot - A SKULL. Blackened

with ash. She leans down and unearths other bones. Ribs.
Scraps of metal from a burnt CAMERA. And...
Another skull.
This one with a few GOLD TEETH glinting under black ash.
110 INT. BEDROOM - ANNA'S HOUSE - 1991 - NIGHT 110
Anna sits on the bed.
ANNA
By the time I got home, the order
had changed. The secret had gone on
for too long. Stalin was now caught
in a lie. A cover-up that could
cause great embarrassment if it was
ever exposed. And so, they buried
me, along with any evidence. Along
with the truth.
Anna sighs, saddened by these memories.
ANNA (CONT'D)
Six cold years in a Siberian gulag.
That's where I left Brana
Brodskaya. That's where she died.
Along with her hope-- her ideals.
Notions of exposing the truth to
the world.
Anna looks down at the INTRUDER, and we finally CUT TO HIM:
Head lolled forward. Mouth drooling.
ANNA (CONT'D)
(matter-of-factly)
After my release, I returned to
(MORE)
91.
ANNA (CONT'D)
Poland. To Wrocław. To see an old
friend...
Anna's fingers creep inside the shirt of the Intruder, taking

the chain around his neck - palming the SMALL IVORY SKULL on
the end of it.
ANNA (CONT'D)
This once belonged to--
(holding back emotion)
Two people who saved my life.
111 EXT. CHURCH REMAINS - 1945 - DAY 111
GAUNT stands amongst the remains with BRANA. Bandages around

his neck. Also sifting through the debris.
Gaunt kicks through the ash and uncovers the skull pendant
that Iosif wore. He picks it up. Rubs away the ash.
112 INT. BEDROOM - ANNA'S HOUSE - 1991 112
ANNA's attention earlier had not been caught by his

tattoos... but by the NECKLACE.
ANNA
When I heard he had died, after
being attacked in a supposed “break-
in"... well, I was more than a
little upset.
She snaps it off his neck and stands.
ANNA (CONT'D)
You see, history isn't written by
the victors... It's remembered, by
those who survive it.
Anna goes over to her dresser and puts the necklace down.
CLOSE UP ON: The framed photo on her dresser she turned

around: BRANA and GAUNT dressed in civilian clothing. A
little older. Against the backdrop of a POLISH CITY.
ANNA (CONT'D)
And when they’re gone... how do
remember?
CLOSE UP ON: the necklace - half face, half skull.

92.
Anna reaches into her pocket. Brings out the small tin. She
pours the remaining DUST into a glass of water. Stirs it with
a CLINKING SPOON.
ANNA gets in close to the Intruder...
SHE GRABS HIS FACE - PUSHES HIS HEAD BACK - POURS THE GLASS
OF WATER INTO HIS MOUTH.
He splutters and gags but Anna forces it down. Emptying the

full glass down his throat.
ANNA (CONT'D)
There. All done. Over now.
Anna is shaking. She takes a key from her pocket and unlocks
him. The Intruder can't move, let alone escape.
ANNA (CONT'D)
Shouldn't take long.
Anna sits.
ANNA (CONT'D)
At least you got what you came for.
The truth.
The Intruder coughs and splutters. Fighting to breathe.
ANNA (CONT'D)
Oh. And I almost forgot. I have
another little gift for you...
Anna stands. Seeming quite doddery in this moment. Her

attempt to avoid thinking about what she has done.
ANNA (CONT'D)
I think you'll like it...
She goes over to the back of the room. Opens a cupboard.
Shelves of clothes and stacked boxes.
She takes down a GREEN HATBOX.
She brings the box over and sits at the end of the bed.
The box squarely on her lap.
ANNA (CONT'D)
A box. A magical box.
ANNA OPENS THE BOX - revealing its contents ONLY TO THE

INTRUDER. We don't see what's inside. Instead...
93.
EXTREME CLOSE ON: The ivory skull pendant.
The Intruder stares at the opened box.
Inhales a sharp breath. Eyes wide.
Anna waits for a moment...
There is no exhale.
He's gone.
She closes the box. Takes it back to the cupboard. Places it

with care, back on the shelf. Pauses, her hand still rested
on top of the box.
ANNA (CONT'D)
(whisper)
It's time now.
Anna walks over to the PHONE.
Picks it up and starts to dial... the three same numbers.
ONE. CLICKCLICKCLICKCLICK.
CLOSE ON: The Intruder. Head lolled forward.
TWO. CLICKCLICKCLICKCLICK.
ON ANNA: Staring down at the Intruder.
THREE. CLICKCLICKCLICKCLICK
MID ON: The shelves.
OFF-SCREEN, the faint sound of a DIAL TONE and a voice on the

other end of the phone...
VOICE ON PHONE
Hello, emergency service
operator...
ANNA
(sotto voce)
It's time now.
SLOW ZOOM IN ON: The green hat box.
THE END

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FADE IN:

EXTREME CLOSE ON:

Canine teeth gnawing on cracking bone. Snapping down. Saliva

PULL BACK to reveal...

1 INT. HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 1

The teeth belong to a JACK RUSSELL DOG, sat in front of a

CLOSE ON: CHRISTMAS CARDS. Tinsel on the mantle. A small tree

NEWS ANNOUNCER (O.S.)

FEMALE NEWSREADER (O.S.)

ANNA MARSHALL (66) perches on the edges of a soft chair.

FEMALE NEWSREADER (CONT'D)

2 INT. KITCHEN - BACK OF HOUSE - CONTINUOUS 2

3 EXT. BACK GARDEN - CONTINUOUS 3

Down at the bottom of the garden, the DOG BARKS at something

4 INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS 4

SOMETHING MOVE OUT OF THE DARK GARDEN - the figure of a

MAN WITH THE FACE OF A WOLF.

IT RECEDES BACK INTO THE DARKNESS AS...

Anna returns to the BACK DOOR - CALLS TO THE DOG

‘Guliver’ the dog comes running in, frightened.

Anna closes the door but forgets to lock it.

Anna is oblivious as this man slips silently into the house.

SHE PAUSES FOR A MOMENT.

POV of INTRUDER: watching from behind the CURTAINS, as Anna

5 INT. FIRST FLOOR LANDING - CONTINUOUS 5

ANNA doesn't linger as she continues UPSTAIRS.

POV of INTRUDER: he moves through the LIVING ROOM, into the

He makes his way, cautiously, up the STAIRS.

6 INT. UPSTAIRS LANDING - CONTINUOUS 6

THE INTRUDER sees a light emanating from a small BEDROOM. He

The Intruder spins around - ANNA IS STOOD BEHIND HIM. He's

7 INT. BEDROOM - SHORTLY LATER 7

The bedroom is filled with cupboards, drawers, boxes and

Anna finds this deeply disturbing, given his age.

This gives her pause too. There's also a SILVER CHAIN

'GULLIVER' is in a dog basket. Alive but unconscious.

The Intruder focuses and realises his predicament - his

ANNA GRABS THE TASER and ZAPS HIM. He shudders in pain.

He shirks his chains and stretches his neck, revealing

He watches her closely. She gives nothing away.

He drops it like it's a bomb. And Anna receives it as such.

Silence as the dust settles.

She gets up and goes to the Bakelite phone on the dresser.

EMERGENCY OPERATOR (VOICE)

Anna pauses for the longest time. Then HANGS UP.

This suddenly catches Anna's attention even more.

The Intruder smiles. I got you.

Anna seems crushed. She sinks into a stoop.

She sits down. Her shaking hand clutching a small item.

Long pause. Anna's head low. Chin to her chest. Angry.

Anna starts to WHIMPER. The Intruder smiles. But then the

Anna does stop. Holds out her hand. Opens it to reveal...

A SMALL TIN - A PILL BOX.

The word hangs there in the air as the Intruder looks

Anna slowly unscrews the lid. The Intruder fascinated.

SUDDENLY, ANNA BLOWS ON THE TIN.

A plume of dust flies into the Intruder's face. He GAGS AND

His words slur. Face numb. We hear what's in his ears -