Conspiracy Page #10

Thank you.

Well done, Colonel. Fine meeting.

Thank you.

Thank you as well.

I admire your gift for organization.

The meeting was very economical.

Now.

Do either of you think

we would have that final solution?

That in a year, there wouldn't be

a Jew left on the continent?

That we control? Why not?

- You drink, Eichmann?

- Yes, sir.

Were you ever drunk?

From time to time.

Well, then...

...take a f***ing drink.

- I am on duty, sir.

- Then it's an order.

Thank you.

And tell us again about the pink bodies.

Sir, I'd rather not.

- The sounds, the screams.

- He will faint again.

I did not faint.

I had a physical symptom.

What was the story

you were going to tell me?

- Story?

- Kritzinger.

Yes, he told me a story about a man

he'd known all his life, a boyhood friend.

This man hated his father.

Loved his mother fiercely.

The mother was devoted to him...

...but the father beat him, demeaned him,

disinherited him.

Anyway, this boy grew to manhood and

was still in his 30s when the mother died...

...this mother who had nurtured

and protected him.

She died.

The man stood as they lowered

her casket and tried to cry...

...but no tears came.

The man's father lived to old age,

died when the son was in his 50s.

At the father's funeral,

much to his son's surprise...

...he could not control his tears.

He was wailing, sobbing.

He was apparently inconsolable.

Lost, even.

That was the story Kritzinger told me.

I don't understand.

No?

The man had been driven his whole life

by hatred of his father.

When the mother died, that was a loss.

When the father died...

...when the hate had lost its object...

...then the man's life was empty.

Over.

Interesting.

That was Kritzinger's warning.

What? That we should not hate

the Israelites?

No, that it should not so fill our lives...

...that when they are gone,

we have nothing left to live for.

So says the story.

I will not miss them.

Time.

You have to take me up

in that plane of yours sometime.

Yes, we should do that.

Not right after you've eaten.

- Friday.

- Everything will be prepared.

One working copy, edited by me,

for your approval.

No other records, I guarantee.

Good.

- You certainly know how to throw a party.

- Thank you.

Shalom.

Does it tear your heart out?

Beautiful, sir.

I've never understood the passion

for Schubert's sentimental Viennese sh*t.

Col. Eichmann carefully edited

the stenographic record of the conference.

Copies were distributed

to the participants to be read...

... and then destroyed.

Gen. Heydrich flew back

to his headquarters in Czechoslovakia...

... where, in a few terrible weeks,

he had earned the nickname:

The Butcher of Prague.

In the spring, two Czech patriots...

... trained to assassinate him

and dropped from a British bomber...

... succeeded in wounding him.

In reprisal, thousands of Czechs

were rounded up and shot.

Heydrich's wounds grew infected,

he fell into a coma and died.

Eichmann, as Heydrich's deputy

for Jewish affairs...

... was left to finish

what they had begun at Wannsee.

He considered it a matter of honor.

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