A British assassin, his memory shattered after a fiery betrayal on a Nazi yacht, awakens to a storm-lashed sea and a Gestapo-ravaged coast, where he must unleash his buried instincts to save a Jewish family—each explosive clash painting his fragmented past in blood and shadow, until a submarine’s steel jaws rise to reclaim him.

SYNOPSIS:

“Amnesia forged a killer. War will reclaim a legend.”

Title: Shadow of the Reich

Genre: Action / Spy Thriller / Historical Drama

Setting: 1942, Nazi-occupied Germany and the North Sea

Length: Approx. 120 minutes

Opening Act: The Yacht

Under a sky bruised with storm clouds, Captain James Bond (mid-30s, chiseled jaw glinting with sea spray) emerges from churning black waves, his diving suit slick as oil. He scales the stern of Gustav von Schröder’s yacht—a floating fortress of polished teak and gleaming brass—its decks alive with the flicker of torchlight and the silhouettes of pacing guards. The industrialist’s vessel cuts through the North Sea like a predator, its engines humming a low growl. Bond’s grappling hook bites into the rail; he hauls himself up, wind whipping his frame as he yanks a guard into the abyss below, the man’s scream swallowed by crashing waves. A knife flashes—blood arcs against the hull, vivid red against midnight blue.

Below deck, shadows twist in amber lantern glow. Bond’s PPK silencer coughs—thwip-thwip—and two SS officers crumple, their Lugers clattering on blood-slicked wood. In the lounge, cigar smoke curls like a serpent around Hitler, Himmler, and Goebbels, their faces lit by a chandelier’s fractured light. Maps sprawl across a table, red lines slashing Europe’s heart. Bond’s garrote wire glints as he strangles a guard, his body jerking against velvet curtains; another lunges—Bond’s silenced shot paints the wall with crimson mist. He aims at Hitler’s temple, the dictator’s eyes widening—then a gunshot cracks. Bond’s back blooms red, the traitor’s bullet hurling him through a glass window. Shards explode outward, glittering like stars as he plunges into the sea, a storm of machine-gun fire igniting the water in jagged white bursts. His body sinks, blood spiraling into inky depths, the yacht’s lights fading above.