Eichmann Page #13

EICHMANN:

I do.

AHARONI:

What is your name?

EICHMANN:

Ricardo Klement.

AHARONI:

What is your name?

EICHMANN:

Would you like to see my passport?

AHARONI:

What is your name?

EICHMANN:

Ricardo Klement.

AHARONI:

What is your profession?

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EICHMANN:

Foreman, Mercedes-Benz factory.

AHARONI:

Who is your wife?

EICHMANN:

Vera.

AHARONI:

When was your third son born?

EICHMANN:

March 29th, 1942.

AHARONI:

What is your name?

EICHMANN:

Ricardo Klement.

Eichmann continues to answer questions in the background, butwe focus on Malkin. Something isn’t right. He whispers to Uzi-

MALKIN:

He was wearing glasses.

Suddenly, it dawns on Uzi. He turns to Rafi and WHISPERS. Asimilar expression infects Rafi... And Eichmann NOTICES.

AHARONI:

What is your name?

EICHMANN:

Ricardo Klement.

AHARONI:

Was your SS number 45,381?

Eichmann eyes the group. The whispers. The panic. They know.

EICHMANN:

The cavalry will, I think, beamassing already.

AHARONI:

When is your birthday?

Malkin and Eichmann lock eyes. Without looking at Aharoni-

EICHMANN:

My name is Adolf Eichmann.

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115 EXT. TIRA SAFE-HOUSE. NIGHT

Uzi THROWS HIMSELF INTO THE CHRYSLER- MALKIN GETS THE GATE-

IN HIS RUSH TO OPEN IT, HE BREAKS PART OF THE LATCH-

Forget it. Leaps into the car. They tear into the night. Fromthe shelter of the porch, Harel watches. Chews his lip.

116 INT/EXT. CHRYSLER. NIGHT

TEARING THROUGH NEAR-DESERTED ROADS, Uzi SWERVES the car

around a slow-moving tractor.

MALKIN:

Can’t it go any faster?

A loud TOOT of an ON-COMING CAR’S HORN- Uzi SWINGS BACK into

the correct lane-

UZI:

Peter, have you got any idea how

much good luck and fairy dust is

holding this tin-heap together?

117 INT. LIVING ROOM. EICHMANN HOUSE. SAME

Baby Ricardo, BALLING HIS EYES OUT. Klaus enters a house inchaos. His younger brother DIETER is pacing the living room.

Vera is trying to calm little Ricardo, but rushes to Klaus.

VERA EICHMANN:

Klaus. What do we do??

He looks at her. The fear in her eyes.

118 EXT. EICHMANN’S HOUSE. NIGHT

Armed with his father’s revolver and flash-light, Klausscours the road. His motorbike, parked at the curb.

His small beam of light dances across asphalt- suddenlySUBSUMED AS A 203 BUS SURGES TOWARDS HIM.

Klaus looks up- WAVES for the bus to slow down. It doesn’t.

KLAUS:

Prick!

But, as the bus passes, there’s a loud CRUNCH as its wheelscrush broken glass into the road.

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Klaus picks up a shard. Examines it.

Turning, he looks to the nearby ditch. Sees the churnedgrass, the mud. And, swinging his flashlight-

he spots a SHIMMER OF LIGHT.

Approaches. Bends down to find HIS FATHER’S GLASSES, THERE IN

THE MUD. He goes to extract them-

WHEN A SCREECH grabs his attention. He LOOKS UP, JUST IN TIMETO SEE THE CHRYSLER ARRIVE AT GARIBALDI STREET-

IN CHRYSLER:

UZI:

F***!

MALKIN:

Keep driving, go, GO!

ON KLAUS:

HE AND MALKIN lock eyes. But then Klaus’ gaze strays to theChrysler’s SMASHED WINDOW- TO THE GLASS ON THE ROAD

AND AS THE PIECES FALL INTO PLACE- KLAUS RAISES THE REVOLVERIN

CHRYSLER:

MALKIN (CONT’D)

The lights!

Uzi KILLS THE HEADLIGHTS AS- BANG! BANG!

The car goes dark as Klaus fires. Unclear if he’s hit them.

Adrenaline coursing, Klaus hurls himself towards his

MOTORBIKE. With a ferocious KICK, the engine GROWLS TO LIFE.

119 INT/EXT. CAR/SAN FERNANDO ROAD

Lights out, the Chrysler SKIDS AROUND A CORNER. Its backSWINGS, impossible to control. RAIN CONTINUES TO POUND DOWNMALKIN

Take a left, a left!

WHITE-KNUCKLES WRENCH THE WHEEL AS-

A BEAM OF LIGHT FROM KLAUS’ MOTORCYCLE APPROACHES-

Teeth bared, revolver raised, Klaus TAKES AIM- FIRES!

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SMASH! The CHRYSLER’S BACK WINDOW takes the impact- both

Malkin and Uzi duck, as Uzi SWINGS ONTO A MAIN ROAD-

SLIPS between two SLOW-MOVING TRUCKS- SWERVES, ALMOST LOST

IT- normally an artist at the wheel, even Uzi struggles now-

A HORN BLARES as he SLIPS IN FRONT OF A BUS- IT TURNS SHARPLY-

FORCES KLAUS TO SLOW AS THE TAIL OF THE BUS ALMOST HITS HIM

120 EXT. SLIP-ROAD

The Chrysler thunders into the darkness of the slip-road. Afew moments later, Klaus’ motorbike SCREECHES AFTER THEM

121 EXT. RESIDENTIAL DISTRICT

Racing along, another SHARP TURN FROM UZI- TOO MUCH THISTIME, the BACK OF THE CAR SPINNING THEM AROUND-

to see the LIGHT FROM KLAUS’ bike, getting brighter on a

nearby road- the SCREAM OF HIS ENGINE, LOUDER- CLOSER-

Malkin glances over his shoulder-

MALKIN:

Reverse!

UZI:

What?!

MALKIN:

Just do it, now!

Ramming stick into reverse- the car MOUNTS SOMEBODY ELSE’SDRIVEWAY- HURTLES TOWARDS A TINY SPACE BETWEEN TWO HOUSES-

MALKIN (CONT’D)

To the right, just a touch to the(

off movement)

No, your other right-

Sweat dripping, KLAUS SOUNDING SO CLOSE NOW, Uzi turns thewheel just a hairs-breadth-

ON KLAUS:

He approaches a turn. Hard left. Eyes scanning ahead-

KLAUS:

F***!! F***, f***!

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NO SIGN OF THEM ANYWHERE.

REVVING his engine, Klaus shoots down the road, straight past-

THE DRIVEWAY WHERE THE CHRYSLER IS HIDDEN.

Malkin and Uzi raise their heads, making sure it’s safe. That

was way too close.

122 INT. ALMIRÓN’S OFFICE. POLICE STATION. NIGHT

Done reading Eichmann’s bundle of notes, Almirón turns off

his desk-lamp. Just as he does, we spot SIX AIRLINE TICKETSfor RICARDO KLEMENT. Uruguay-bound.

He goes to leave the room-

when his TELEPHONE rings. Almirón glances at the tickets on

his desk. Eventually picks up the phone.

KLAUS (ON PHONE)

The Jews. They’ve taken my father.

The colour drains from Almirón’s face.

123 EXT. PHONE-BOOTH. GARIBALDI STREET. NIGHT

KLAUS:

Can you meet at Garibaldi?

ALMIRÓN (ON PHONE)

Give me 30 minutes.

124 INT. ALMIRÓN’S OFFICE

Slamming the phone down, Almirón throws open his door- to hisOFFICERS, many of whom are just lounging around-

ALMIRÓN

I want all international transporthubs with large Jewish work-forcescovered. Rail, harbour, move NOW!

And do not be the f*** I flay alivefor asking about overtime.

125 EXT. PHONE-BOOTH. GARIBALDI STREET

Klaus inserts some more pesos.

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KLAUS:

Get the Tacuara together. They’ve

taken my father.

ANTONIO (ON PHONE)

Wait, what? Who, who’s taken him?

Turning, Klaus sees his MOTHER standing in the driveway,

clutching a CRYING RICARDO.

KLAUS:

I’m not sure who exactly. But I knowwhere to ask first. Round up themen. Mother will welcome you.

He hangs up. Vera takes a few steps towards him

-Klaus LEAPS ONTO HIS BIKE. KICK-STARTS THE ENGINE.

126 INT. DINING ROOM. HERMANN HOME. NIGHT

Sat at the table she once ate at with Klaus, Sylvia nowstudiously pours over textbooks. Just as she turns a page-

THE FRONT-DOOR BURSTS OPEN, SPLINTERED FROM A KICK-

SYLVIA CRIES OUT AS KLAUS ENTERS, PISTOL RAISED

KLAUS:

WHERE IS HE?!

SYLVIA:

Klaus, what are you doing here-

Klaus grabs her roughly by the jaw. Raises the pistol to hertemple. Her eyes dart between the gun and Klaus.

KLAUS:

I will ask you one more time. Wherehave you people taken him?

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