Eichmann Page #11

To be happy. Not while people like

him can be too.

Malkin takes a moment. Stares into the darkness outside.

MALKIN (CONT’D)

But if we do this. If we get the

Eichmann, make him pay. It’ll be

different. It will. So when we’re

back, maybe we could go for dinner?

At, uh. The Colony Hotel. Maybe?

A beat. Hannah laughs. Malkin, affronted, turns to her.

MALKIN (CONT’D)

What, seriously?

HANNA:

Peter. We have the same job.

(off his look)

So I know how much you earn.

Malkin laughs, as he gets what she’s saying.

55.

MALKIN:

OK so starters at the Colony Hotel.

HANNA:

We could share a starter.

MALKIN:

Then we go to Azura, or Lina maybe.

Some masabacha, hummus.

HANNA:

Beer.

MALKIN:

Beer, yeah.

HANNA:

I would like that.

MALKIN:

You would?

HANNA:

You know I would.

Malkin nods. Hanna smiles. Climbs out. Malkin watches her go.

INT. KITCHEN. LATER

Rafi finishes stirring a coffee. Hands a cup to Malkin.

RAFI:

You think it’ll be a problem?

MALKIN:

We’ll have to get him out of thecountry quickly. No way we can knowif it’s specific officers or thepolice in general.

RAFI:

I’ll speak to the Old Man.

MALKIN:

Let’s have the cars sorted tomorrow.

Rafi nods. A moment’s silence. He studies Malkin.

RAFI:

Are you smiling?

MALKIN:

What? I’m not smiling.

56.

RAFI:

You are. Christ it’s like the

heavens opened. Angels are weeping.

You got laid. Tell me you got laid?

Malkin bats Rafi across the head. They laugh.

96 EXT. GARDEN. TIRA. DAY

Next morning, Malkin, shirtless, practices walking up to andgrabbing an invisible target, over and over. Totally focused.

97 INT. STUDY. TIRA. DAY

Dani, wiping sleep from his eyes, returns to his desk. Hesettles. Finishes writing the serial number on a 1000 pesonote. Places it on top of the others.

Picks up two INTERNATIONAL DRIVERS LICENSES with Yaakov andUzi’s pictures on. Admires his handiwork.

98 EXT. CAR DEALERSHIP. BARRIO PALERMO. DAY

Yaakov, aviators on, hands the licenses to an ARGENTINE CARSALESMAN.

As the guy checks them over-

-Yaakov nods to Uzi, who heads towards a parked Chrysler.

Keeping an eye on several POLICE-CARS across the street,

outside a municipal building, Uzi bends down. Draws a newLICENSE PLATE from a rucksack.

Unscrews the old plate. Chucks it into the trunk. Closes thelid. Another glance around- begins attaching the other one-

BOOOM!! AN EXPLOSION BURSTS FROM THE SIDE OF THE MUNICIPAL

BUILDING- UZI CRACKS HIS HEAD ON THE BUMPER IN THE BLAST-

-clutches his head, falling back- doesn’t see the licenseplate he’s left, dangling half on.

Across the road, CHAOS AS THE POLICE BLOW WHISTLES, PEOPLE

SCREAM. SOME OFFICERS CALL FOR SUPPORT, others STOP passingcars, searching them, but one, looking around wildly-

ANTONIO:

Hey!

Antonio spots Uzi. The car, and the dangling license plate.

He hurries over, his hand on his revolver.

57.

ANTONIO (CONT’D)

What’re you doing down there. Hey?

Uzi clutches his head, groaning. Yaakov’s over in an instant.

YAAKOV:

Easy, easy. What’s the problem?

ANTONIO:

Am I talking to you, Vince Taylor?

I’m interested in your friend here.

YAAKOV:

Up you get, habibi-

Yaakov realises his mistake a heartbeat too late.

ANTONIO:

That Hebrew? You Israeli?

YAAKOV:

(beat)

Everyone says it in New York. Idon’t know where it’s from.

ANTONIO:

Oh, so you’re American?

YAAKOV:

(holding out his license)

Last I checked.

ANTONIO:

Huh. Alright. Alright. And thelicense plate. Just came loose,

right? Tell you what. I’m gonnahave a look in your trunk.

(nobody moves; he takesout his revolver)

Open it.

Yaakov glances at Uzi. He’s recovered, but looks from Antonioto Yaakov, unsure what to do.

A beat. Another. Antonio pulls the hammer back on his gun-

Yaakov bends down. Inserts the key-

POLICE OFFICER:

AQUI, AQUI!!

Antonio turns. A group of officers have SWARMED a vehicle-

the trunk is open- LOADED with explosives. Two STUDENTS arebeing dragged from the car and beaten with truncheons.

58.

Frowning, Antonio pockets his pistol. Without another word,

turns and runs over to join the others.

YAAKOV:

Nice and instinctive there, Uz.

Hoists the big guy to his feet.

INT. DINING ROOM. TIRA. AFTERNOON

The entire team are gathered. A tension, as tempers run high.

Harel paces the room.

HAREL:

And you’re sure he said Israeli?

Yaakov nods.

AHARONI:

What do we do? Reassess?

MALKIN:

We need to move. Tonight.

RAFI:

The room’s barely ready. The “new”

cars haven’t been serviced since

the 1920s. We’re not ready.

MALKIN:

If we don’t move tonight, and hecatches even the vaguest hint ofsuspicious Israelis in town, that’sit. We’ve lost him. Maybe forever.

HANNA:

Peter’s right.

(to Malkin)

You’re ready, aren’t you?

MALKIN:

Yeah. Una momento-

EPHRAIM:

Un momento, Christ!

HAREL:

I need to speak to the President.

MALKIN:

We can do this. We have to do this,

tonight. Does everyone else knowwhat they’re doing?

59.

The group look at one another. After a moment, Yaakov nods.

So does Uzi. Ephraim. Rafi. Eventually, even Aharoni does.

HAREL:

(beat)

Well what the f*** are you waiting

for, a gold medal? Move!

100 EXT. DRIVEWAY. TIRA

Working fast, Uzi fiddles with the insides of a Buick. Nods

to Yaakov, at the wheel. He hits the gas. The engine ROARS.

101 INT. STUDY. TIRA

Dani continues to work. Nearby, Malkin applies a wig toAharoni. Firmly positions it on his head. Gestures to Rafi,

who’s up next.

RAFI:

Don’t be a prick about it.

102 INT. DINING ROOM. TIRA

Yaakov pours over the map. Rubs out one line. Draws another.

103 INT. BEDROOM. TIRA

Hanna tugs on a dark blue jumper. Opens a medical kit.

Extracts a syringe and a small vial. Checks it.

104 EXT. DRIVEWAY. TIRA. NIGHT

Piling out of the house, all dressed in dark clothing,

Malkin, Rafi and Uzi climb into the dark Buick, while

Aharoni, Hanna and Yaakov get into the grey Chrysler.

Dani and Ephraim swing the gates open. The cars stream out.

In the distance, THUNDERCLOUDS begin to gather.

105 INT. MERCEDES-BENZ FACTORY. NIGHT

AN ASSEMBLY LINE. Truck bodies pass through SEARING FLAMESbefore a TEAM OF WORKERS attach panes of glass. One truckafter the other, after the other, after the other.

Eichmann watches them. Enraptured. A door opens nearby. AMANAGER asks for a chat but neither we nor Eichmann hear him.

60.

106 EXT. GARIBALDI STREET. NIGHT

Proceeding slowly, the Buick eases to a stop on the edge of

the road. Immediately, Uzi climbs out. Pops the hood. Beginsto fiddle. Not long after, smoke begins to rise.

107 INT. CHRYSLER. NIGHT

Watching from behind the wheel, Aharoni’s parked across fromthe kiosk, perpendicular to Garibaldi.

It starts to rain.

108 INT. BUICK. NIGHT

Rafi checks his watch.

Every second ticks LOUDER and LOUDER.

Malkin’s eyes, fixed on a patch of shadow near to Eichmann’s

house. He fondles the bracelet on his wrist.

Movement, in the dark. Malkin leans in to get a closer look-

KNOCK KNOCK!

A CYCLIST, JABBERING in Spanish, outside the car, offering to

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