The Night Witches —

Think Indiana Jones meets Hidden Figures, with the soul of a Western and the thunder of a barnstormer.

It’s the late 1930s. On a dusty American farm, NANS and LIZZY are the daughters of ROLAND BROWN, a reclusive aviation genius who spends his nights locked in a barn workshop, building something no one is allowed to see. Their mother, LIDDIE — a breathtaking, whiskey-brave Lakota wing walker who fell in love with ROLAND mid-airshow and never quite landed back on earth — died under circumstances that were never fully explained. The girls were raised on equal parts engine grease, heartbreak, and the distant roar of propellers. Every few years, a man arrives at the farm. He never gives his name. He wears the same blue suit. He speaks to Harlan in private, and each time he leaves, ROLAND is quieter, more urgent, more afraid. Then one morning, the man in the blue suit comes for the last time. ROLAND is gone by nightfall. The barn — always padlocked, always humming — stands wide open. Completely empty. Not a blueprint, not a bolt, not a trace. NANS and LIZZY wait. Months pass. The crops fail. The crop-dusting business they’ve kept alive with sheer stubbornness is bleeding out. They are nearly broke, nearly broken — when a stranger named MITTY pulls up the drive.

MITTY is sharp, careful, and carries the weight of someone who knows far more than he says. He tells them their father isn’t dead — but he might as well be, if they don’t move fast. What follows is a revelation: ROLAND was one of a secret international circle of aviation scientists recruited in the early days of the Nazi rise to power — men of extraordinary genius tasked with designing flying machines and weapons capable of delivering world domination from the sky. When those men saw what they had been building for, most of them ran.

Hitler didn’t forgive deserters. He sent men to find them — and issued a quiet, savage order: if the scientists would not return willingly, kill their sons, so their bloodlines and their brilliance would die with them. The scientists, in their desperation and love, made a choice. They passed everything — their knowledge, their designs, their life’s work — not to sons, but to their daughters. Hidden in plain sight. Safe from the order that never thought to look at a girl. MITTY has been assembling them — the daughters — one by one. Farm girls, circus performers, mechanics, mathematicians. Each one carrying a piece of the puzzle their fathers encoded into their upbringing. Together, they represent the complete picture of technology powerful enough to change the war.

NANS and LIZZY don’t care about the war. They want their father back.

They join anyway. What begins as a reluctant recruitment becomes a reckoning — with their mother’s death, their father’s secrets, and the terrifying possibility that the greatest weapon of World War II isn’t a machine.

It’s them.