Adam Resurrected Page #6

Adam.

She would be 25 this year.

She would have heard about the antics

of her famous father

who was once a dog

and is now not much of anything.

And who in the world could blame her

if she chose to be silent?

We survived.

It's not a crime.

A crime is to blame yourself

instead of them.

Now, listen to me.

She is alive.

She was in a holding camp after the war.

She married an Italian,

and last year,

they moved to Israel.

Heinz.

She lives as a Christian in Haifa.

We were notified three weeks ago

when she was admitted

to the Franciscan Hospital.

They looked at her papers and contacted us.

Hospital?

The Nazis, they injured her,

body and soul,

but she lived.

And now, thank God,

you are about to become a grandfather.

I think it's time to talk to her.

And if not to be forgiven,

then maybe at least to be heard.

Rabbi, you have some nerve

coming here to my sarcophagus.

Heinz, get my gun.

Her name and address,

should you so choose.

You don't have to punish yourself, Adam.

Why stay in Berlin?

What's keeping you here?

You're not dead yet, Adam.

It's so hot in here.

Why is it so hot?

It's a hothouse, Adam.

Hothouse in the desert, typical.

What is he growing anyway?

Oh, melons, tomatoes,

herbs for the kitchen.

Hey.

Today you were thinking about Gretchen.

Oh, no, no.

Lady, this is not so nice.

You have no right to be brooding

about Gretchen.

That woman had faith in me.

Adam clowning around

as she took her final steps,

and she had faith in me.

You have faith in no one.

I have faith in you.

You are lying.

Don't, please.

No one's been able

to get through to him but you,

the poor child.

It is not a child.

Do not call him the child.

- Dog, he's a dog.

- He types on a typewriter.

He doesn't bark anymore.

You, God, made him into a child.

He was non-human; now he is human.

Wait a minute.

Are you jealous?

Why can't I be jealous?

Of course I'm jealous.

I'm jealous of the boy.

I'm jealous of Gretchen.

We used to be together so much before.

I used to bark for you.

I can still bark.

You are not a-

you are not a dog.

Gina.

B*tch at heart.

You- stop barking.

Stop barking.

You're not going to come between us.

This child is mine.

We are two dogs in the desert.

I took off his mask,

and now he wants my power.

I cannot be the true dog.

Neither can he.

He's a child.

He needs love.

You had better not interfere.

Keep going, kid.

We are going to do this.

Marsch, hund.

Come on, hey.

You see this fence?

You are going to grab onto the fence

and stand on your feet.

This is all your fault.

Everything I did for you,

and now for me,

you are going to do one thing.

Here we go.

Stand.

Oh.

Ah, hund, hund.

Come on, schnell.

Okay, you ever been to a circus, huh?

Bears, horses, lions,

every goddamn creature on this Earth.

Even Arthur Fine can stand on two feet.

You're not the dog.

You're not the boy.

Come on, come on, come on.

David, David.

That's it, darling.

Do it.

Do it.

David, yeah.

He's a boy, Adam.

He's a child.

I told you to leave us alone.

I warned you.

So what are you?

Lizard?

Leech?

The little rat?

Okay.

Yes, okay.

Yeah.

And stop.

David, get down.

That is- that's enough.

Oh, no, no, no, let him.

He's making it.

Whore, leave me alone.

David.

David, yeah,

this is enough for one day.

Down, down, down you go.

Down, please.

All right, no more.

I am not ready yet.

I cannot do it.

I'm dying.

Please, please, please.

Please.

Shut up.

Look...

at me.

Look.

Look.

Come on, help me.

Okay, I got him.

Let's go.

This time you've gone too far, Adam.

- Too far.

- It's all right.

It's okay; you made it.

You're a man,

our man.

David?

Come on, kid.

You can do it.

Come on.

My God, Adam.

Come on, come on.

Oh, okay.

Go back to Europe, you old soap.

My name is Adam Stein.

I'm looking for my daughter Ruthie.

Joe Gracci.

Oh, Joseph.

Come in, please.

Yeah, so nice to meet you.

Am I interrupting something?

Would you like some coffee?

I think you should leave now.

Thank you very much for the flowers.

Outside, please.

Please, outside.

When?

When- when did she-

When?

When she found out what you had done.

That's when she died for the first time.

And then with every report that came in,

she died again.

The Commandant's pet, huh, wasn't it?

You, what, you played

while your wife and your daughter

went to the ovens?

Huh? And Ruthie?

Do you even know what they did to her?

Where is she?

Wherever she is right now,

she doesn't want you to be there.

I guarantee you that.

We know about you, Adam Stein.

You lived on Nazi money in a Nazi mansion.

I can find it.

I can find the grave on my own.

Don't you dare.

I'll take you.

Spare a pfennig?

It's over there.

They bury them together

when they're that young.

A boy, by the way.

You know, it's funny, I...

I never once saw her laugh.

A clown's daughter,

and she could barely break a smile.

So?

They say you were quite the performer

back there, huh?

Now, go ahead.

Make her smile now.

Go on, Dad.

Do something funny for your little girl.

And so I found a home in the desert.

Rebecca Seizling herself greeted me

at her Institute.

And she looked me in the eye

and knew that she had met

her prized puppy.

But the joke was on her.

I lived; she died.

A boy who is not a dog after all.

Spare a pfennig?

Oh, ma- ha, yeah, ha.

Ruthie, do not be frightened.

Ah, my beautiful wife, Gretchen.

Genug!

Purim?

You're celebrating?

Oh, Purim, on account of that

one poor son of a b*tch Haman?

What about the eight trillion tears?

Who is going to pay for those?

The eight trillion teeth and soap suds?

Skin and bones?

The unfertilized sperm,

the unborn children,

the unwritten books,

the unrequited loves,

the unslept-in beds, huh?

You're the God who sends out Stormtroopers,

multiplies their brain cells,

makes them smarter than us?

No, I will show you show you

what we're celebrating.

Schwester, who are you?

Rachel Schwester.

No, hold up your arm.

What does it say?

Six, one, three, four, five.

Then who are you?

I'm six, one, three, four, five.

Yes.

Blum, you?

Two, four, two, two, five.

Yes, who are we, yeah?

The rest of you, roll up the sleeve.

Raise those arms.

Zelda, she knew what she was doing

all these years.

Smile, all of you.

It does not hurt.

It did; it does not anymore.

Arms straight up.

We are this very night an army of arms.

Shout out your numbers.

Let him know that we are not dead.

Sieben, sechs, drei, vier, fuenf.

Six, one, three, four, five.

Seven, one, three, oh, two.

Eight, four, two, nine, six.

Seven, one, three, oh-

Seven, one, three, oh, two!

Seven, one, three, oh, two!

Show yourself.

Show yourself.

Show yourself.

Show yourself.

Adam.

Adam.

On all fours, Adam.

It's funnier that way.

Adam Stein.

The funniest man in Germany.

Why are you here, Klein?

Did you really think

you could be rid of me so easily?

I have been here all along.

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