Eichmann Page #15

139 INT. EICHMANN’S ROOM. DAY

Hanna stares at Eichmann, lying there calmly. After a moment-

EICHMANN:

Are you wearing perfume? Perhaps

not. Maybe it’s just you.

She says nothing.

140 EXT. FIELD. AIRPORT HIGHWAY. DAY

Harel and Ephraim arrive in the Buick. Park alongside the

Chrysler, which Uzi is crouched under.

As they disembark, Uzi pulls himself from under the car.

Wipes his hands on his trousers. Jerks his head to them both.

Walking away, in the direction of the airport, they ignorethe Chrysler as it CATCHES FIRE. The Buick follows.

141 INT. DINING ROOM. TIRA. SAME

Aharoni, asleep on the couch. Deep snores. Malkin, nearby,

sketches in his guidebook. Finishes a picture of his sisterFruma. Flicks back over the previous pages. Picture afterpicture of her, her children...

HANNA (O.S.)

What’re you doing?

Malkin looks up. She’s standing there.

MALKIN:

Nothing.

He closes the book. Hanna watches him.

HANNA:

You up next?

MALKIN:

No, but... You wanna try waking him?

HANNA:

He stinks by the way. Attila. Every

few minutes, he lets out a squeak.

(MORE)

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HANNA (CONT'D)

It’s been five days, the guy’s gut

must be exploding.

Malkin laughs at this. Hanna laughs seeing him laugh.

HANNA (CONT’D)

What?

MALKIN:

Gross.

The laughter subsides. They stare at each other a moment.

Tension, rising. She takes a tentative step towards him...

A SNORT from Aharoni, who turns in his sleep. Breaks themoment completely.

HANNA:

I’m gonna-

MALKIN:

Yeah. Yeah.

Hanna heads upstairs. Off Malkin, watching.

142 EXT. AIRPORT LONG-STAY CAR-PARK. DAY

With Ephraim and Harel keeping watch, Uzi quickly BREAKS INTOan old FORD. Climbs in. They follow.

143 EXT. AIRPORT ROAD-BLOCK. DAY

Driving slowly, Uzi, Harel and Ephraim see TACUARA BOYSSTICKING UP ‘RICARDO KLEMENT’ posters. A reward of $10,000.

A POLICEMAN converses with the soldiers. Turns his head,

feeling eyes on him- Uzi turns away as they’re waved throughthe road-block.

144 INT. STUDY. TIRA SAFE-HOUSE. DAY

Bent over a magnifying glass, Dani puts a tiny delicate touchto a SIGNATURE ON AN ARGENTINE VISA-

when he hears a commotion outside. Looks up. A FEMALE VOICE.

145 INT. ENTRANCE HALL. TIRA

Poking his head out, Dani sees Rafi arguing with a CLEANER(CATALINA) at the front door.

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Undeniably sexy in her way, there is something about Catalinathat just stinks of trouble.

RAFI:

No! Gracias, no! Christ alive.

CATALINA:

Necessito señor. Tengo que limpiar!

Necessito dinero, señor, dinero!

RAFI:

I do not speak Spanish, can you-

who is she, what is she doing here?

Does anyone understand her?!

DANI:

She’s saying- she’s saying she’s a,

uh a- a cleaner, I think.

146 INT. EICHMANN’S ROOM. TIRA. SAME

Hearing the foreign voice, a gagged Eichmann, hand cuffed tothe bed, begins KICKING THE WALL, RATTLING HIS HANDCUFF-

Yaakov, watching him, quickly JUMPS UP, grabbing his legs

147 INT. ENTRANCE HALL. TIRA. SAME

Catalina hears the banging. She stops talking to listen. Thequiet sounds of a SCUFFLE. Just as Rafi notices-

DANI:

Here. Dinero.

He’s holding some of the FAKE PESOS Rafi saw him makeearlier. Avoids Rafi’s eye as he holds the note to Catalina.

After a moment, she takes the money. Nods slowly.

DANI (CONT’D)

(to Rafi)

I’ll show her out.

He steps out. Gestures her to follow. Rafi watches them go.

148 INT. EICHMANN’S ROOM. TIRA. MOMENTS LATER

Entering, Malkin finds Yaakov GRABBLING WITH EICHMANN WHO-

KICKS OUT. Catches Yaakov in the face, BUSTING HIS NOSE.

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YAAKOV:

Sonofabitch-

He goes to PUNCH EICHMANN- stops, when he sees Malkin.

YAAKOV (CONT’D)

Your shift?

MALKIN:

Yeah.

Hand over his now-bleeding nose, Yaakov CURSES as he leaves.

149 EXT. TIRA SAFE-HOUSE. DAY

Catalina, grumbling as she’s shown out. In the argument, abutton on her blouse has come undone. She goes to leave-

DANI:

Uh... Here. Por lo siento.

He peels off another note. Holds it out. She eyes the rest ofthe notes in his hand. Notices Dani, looking at her cleavage.

He averts his gaze, embarrassed. She gives a small smile.

With one last look at the pesos in his hand... she leaves.

150 INT. EICHMANN’S ROOM. TIRA. SAME

Malkin closes the door after Yaakov. The moment it clicks-

Eichmann begins MAKING NOISE into his gag. His leg, tapping.

Not like he’s trying to be heard- like he’s in pain.

Sitting on the chair, Malkin takes out his guide-book. Finds

a blank page to draw on. Tries to start drawing.

Eichmann continues- tap, tap, MMM, MMM, tap, tap, MMM, MMM-

Snapping, Malkin goes over. Grabs Eichmann’s throat.

MALKIN:

Stop it.

Eichmann’s head turns to the source of the noise.

MALKIN (CONT’D)

You want something? If you scream...

He squeezes Eichmann’s throat, just slightly. Eichmann nods,

then falls still. Malkin slowly takes the gag from his mouth.

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EICHMANN:

Herr Captor. I need the bathroom.

MALKIN:

Herr Captor?

EICHMANN:

Does the man who seized me have a

name he’d prefer? I recognise yourvoice. And those hands.

MALKIN:

Not another word.

EICHMANN:

We can dispense with the murderthreats if you like. We both knowyou won’t kill me. Not here anyway.

MALKIN:

Trust me, nothing would give memore pleasure.

EICHMANN:

Oh, I know. In the mud. I could tell.

Such passion.

MALKIN:

Give me a reason. Any reason.

EICHMANN:

There’s someone watching.

Too quickly, Malkin lets go of Eichmann’s throat. Turns tofind UZI, returned from dropping off the cars. On edge.

Straightening up, Malkin nods to Eichmann.

MALKIN:

He needs to sh*t. Wanna help?

A small smile, on Eichmann’s lips.

151 INT. BATHROOM. TIRA. MOMENTS LATER

Shuffling along, hands cuffed and blacked-goggles still on,

Eichmann fumbles around for the toilet.

Malkin and Uzi watch from the doorway. They both avert theireyes as Eichmann lowers his trousers.

EICHMANN:

May I sit, Herr Captor?

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MALKIN:

Just get it going.

Eichmann settles himself. A silence follows.

EICHMANN:

This would be much easier if I had

something to read.

MALKIN:

I think we’ve got a copy of MeinKampf lying around somewhere.

Eichmann laughs. A genuine chuckle. Surprisingly warm. But,

as he does- a horrible GROAN erupts.

EICHMANN:

Ugh, here we go.

(beat; then)

You know, this reminds me of a time.

My father worked at the Tramway andElectrical in Linz. I loved going to

his office when I was a boy.

Everything was so new. Ductile

tungsten in the lightbulbs. An air-

conditioning unit. Even cross-wordswere a novelty back then.

A bubbling FART erupts from Eichmann. Malkin, in spite of

himself, has to stifle a laugh.

EICHMANN (CONT’D)

That’s it! Anyway. Anyway. Thefirst time I visited, I was nine.

He introduced me so proudly. “Myboy”, he said. “This is my boy”.

Another horrible BOWEL SOUND. This time Eichmann chuckles.

EICHMANN (CONT’D)

So imagine my dismay when I use thebathroom- this gleaming palace- andI unleash hell. It was like a whole

other person fell out of me. Ratherlike now.

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